Poems Of My Mind

Sanity

My life is plain but filled to the rim
I can't handle all this
I can't handle this sadness
The walls around me fall down
And the water rushes in
I can't fight
I can't survive
I have to drown
In the madness I have created
And I have torn myself from limb to limb
Just to create something perfect

They all say there is no such thing as perfect
And I think they're wrong
We all strive for something that is claimed as Impossible
But it is so important to us
We all want to be perfect
When all we do is look at our flaws
And we drive ourselves mad

Perfectness can't be reached
When all you do is look at the flaws
Our sanity isn't there
And our madness takes over
We rip ourselves apart
And We call those who can't be perfect flawed
We don't deal with our flaws
We look at them and wish they would go away

Why can't we look at the good things
Is it because we are used to striving for perfect
It's because we look at the small things
We strive for every last detail to be perfect
And We loose our sanity over something small

What if we are already perfect
What if we are
We were created in the perfect ones eye
To be like him
We were all Created in gods eye

We should all consider ourselves
As everyone already is
People change themselves
But are perfect already
Made in gods eyes
Crafted with his hand
Already beautiful
We should stand