Mirrors
All I've ever wanted in life it to be
perfect...
To never let failure infect
what I plan to be.
I'm terrified of becoming a reject,
a subject,
of what society considers a
side effect...
Perfect in society means I get
respect
from those who aim to protect
what they consider a positive outcome of
natural {select}ion...
Perfection is an infection
that plagues a society with an
obsession with acceptation.
When will I find myself headed in
the right direction;
when I have a connection
with a society that has such
high expectations...
You see, I'm constantly searching for
validation to accept
the reputation that precedes me.
Because I'm no exception
to the perfection that society believes we all need.
Overall, I struggle with regret
because I'm obsessed
with finally being able to connect
{direct}ly with
society's constant interject.
And although my silhouette
I cannot yet completely accept,
I confess -- that for now --
I'm content with being
imperfect.
jmp.
jmp.
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