poems

Perfection

I alway question why this word is so important

Perfection

Then I met other people..they all were perfect

I watched as they pass through the halls or talk to me

I watch as they criticize there beauty and perfection saying they're

"Ugly"
"Not good enough"
"Dying on the inside"

Lies..so many lies..that's all me..the only thing is..is that I'm dead on the inside and fake most of soul on the outside