I’ve always hated
That I wasn’t perfect
I writhed in agony
Hating myself for what I am
Human
My family wasn’t perfect
My friends weren’t perfect
I wasn’t perfect
Nothing was perfect
But constantly I was confronted
With this image
This abstract concept
Of what I was supposed to be
And it was always
A model of perfection
The perfect life
The perfect lie
And I believed it
They always had good intentions
To give me my “best life”
But no one lives like that
We have so many flaws
Our best life cannot be
A perfect life
But no one told me
They made it look
Like they all could do it
But all I was seeing
Were masks and games
To hide their imperfection
So I learned to hide mine
Behind smiles and niceties
But all the while
I was dying
From the
Lies of perfection
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
I’ve always hated
That I wasn’t perfect
I writhed in agony
Hating myself for what I am
Human
My family wasn’t perfect
My friends weren’t perfect
I wasn’t perfect
Nothing was perfect
But constantly I was confronted
With this image
This abstract concept
Of what I was supposed to be
And it was always
A model of perfection
The perfect life
The perfect lie
And I believed it
They always had good intentions
To give me my “best life”
But no one lives like that
We have so many flaws
Our best life cannot be
A perfect life
But no one told me
They made it look
Like they all could do it
But all I was seeing
Were masks and games
To hide their imperfection
So I learned to hide mine
Behind smiles and niceties
But all the while
I was dying
From the
Lies of perfection
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