Secrets

Perfection

Be a doll and read this:

This is a poem about the world, about how judgemental it can be, how hard it is, trying to please everyone. It's the most elaborate one I've ever made. It's about some of the most common stereotypes. I've experienced most of them, and, it's so incredibly hard, not to fall in any of these categories. I wanted to write abut it, because, I feel like it's not recognised enough. There's so much pressure as you grow up. As soon as even start to develop breasts, you're supposed to be a woman. Once you become a teen, instagram perect makeup for you. Every grade has to be perfect, every syllable you speak measured. And yet, when you try to do it all, you're judged. you've done it wrong, YOU are wrong. I'm so freaking sick of it.

Just because I wear makeup

Doesn't mean I hate my face

So why do you treat me like another race?

Just because I carry a bit of fat

Doesn't mean I eat all the time

So why do you act like I commited a crime?

Just because I get good grades

Doesn't mean I'm a boring nerd

Why must my happiness about my grades remain unheard?

Just because I seem happy and perfect

Doesn't mean I can't be sad

Why can't one of my days ever be bad?

Just because my bones are showing

Doesn't mean I starve myself, or that I am sick

Who are you to judge me so quick?

Just because I try to be perfect

Doesn't mean I always am

So why do you expect me to pass your every exam?

The world says to be all that you can be

But when my best is not enough, what does that make me?

The world says to be yourself

Yet my person is not quite right, so I must leave the real me on the shelf

The world says you are perfect, no matter who or what you are

Yet it has expectations that makes me create scar after scar

The world says to be happy, never sad

So I must not show if I am, otherwise I'm bad

The message appears to be this:

Be yourself, if you are naturally perfect

Otherwise pretend, all day, every day, until the end

A flaw is a crime, the worst in this time

Body, mind, a face so fair

Don't care, if the pressure is too much to bare

Just because you want me to be perfect

Doesn't mean that I will be, no, I want to be free

So stop trying to judge me based on what you think you see

I know I've been gone for a long time, and, well, I don't really know what to say. I'm not really sorry, I needed a break. Also, I mean, this is a book filled wit poems. It's not like anyone is sitting on the edge of their seat waiting for the next poem.

Anyway, I'm back now!

So, have a I've-run-out-of-good-adjectives whatever timezone you're in!