Nobody's perfect.
At least that's what they tell me.
Which is funny.
Because all I see.
Is society showing us how we should be.
Showing women.
That no matter the mind.
No matter the smile.
No matter the respect.
If you are anything more than a size two.
You might as well just disappear.
Showing men.
That no matter the chivalry.
No matter the drive.
No matter the love.
Anything less than six figures.
You will never be successful.
It's sad really.
To be controlled by a number.
To feel accepted by a "like".
To feel relevant by a tweet.
Just wanting to matter.
Which I believe, is nothing short of torture.
Torture in the most sadistic way.
Because the society you want to appeal to.
Wouldn't care enough to save you from drowning in the shallow end.
Let alone have the common courtesy.
To tell you that all you have to do is stand up.
That's the irony of it all.
The classic line of they want to see you doing better.
As long as you aren't doing better than them.
That's the best way to describe it.
The minute you try & be different.
That's either the day society forces you to comply to the norm.
Or you are copied to the point where you aren't even an original anymore.
I'd love to give society a big "*******"
But I'm ashamed to say I'm just another percentage.
Feeding the hype by snapping, re-tweeting, & loving things that really don't matter to my well being.
I know I can't destroy it.
Hell, we probably couldn't destroy it together.
But we could weaken it.
By being flawed to the best of our abilities.
While rejoicing in every flaw.
Because being imperfect is the most beautiful thing you can be in this world.