Sitting here mind is blank?
Like a painters canvas before it becomes a landscape.
Wondering what it takes to be normal?
What is normal?
Who has the right define it?
The reality is we each have our own way of life in which we live.
We go out of our way to make sure we get rather than give.
Yes I too am guilty of this.
I am far from perfect.
I’m forced to use that word again.
Perfect.
How can we say someone or something is perfect?
Perfection is yet to be seen.
Every flaw that made us unique has now become obscene.
We laugh at our flaws as we try and fit in.
There are so many problems with that last line, where to begin
Maybe I’ll say it again.
We laugh at our flaws as we try and fit in.
We laugh at our peers .
To avoid our fears of rejection
As we strive for perfection our need becomes an imperfection.
As we stand here our need for perfection takes over like infection.