Perfection. The lie society feeds us to keep the most special part of you from showing
If its not perfect, fix it
That's what we do to leaky sinks and squeaky wheels
But how do you fix a person?
You can mend a bone but that's not the same
You can change your hair but it will never be enough
You can't fix something that isn't broken but that's what they want you to forget
That you can be perfect in your own way even if you're not their exact definition of perfect
But to them no matter what you'll never be perfect even if you follow their steps
Because its an up hill battle that you didn't even need to start
And while you sit there trying to be something your not I just wanted you to know
I thought you were perfect with your kinks and quirks
I know it doesn't mean much but does anything anymore?
