Honestly, what is the perspective of "perfect?"
Are we just telling people that they're not worth it?
Who are we to judge one another,
When we all hide under a cover-
Of these imperfections?
They eat away at our skin;
They make us hurt within.
Everything is caused by these horrible imperfections that we call life.
Life isn't bad, it's the imperfections.
It's too bad everyone has them-
Including me and you.
