slowly they walked,
with flushed-red cheeks

perfection in simplicity,
her hand in his.

I keep finding flaws
In my natural reflection
And keep searching for beauty
In my unnatural reflection
then sit and wonder
Why am I bereft
of any sort of happiness

Per-fec-tion (noun)
/ pərˈfekSH(ə)n/
noun

Perfection isn’t

An Endearing personality
That captivates all who see you
Paired with a captivating voice
Others look up to

Waking up every morning
With a smile on your face
As you walk through life
The embodiment of beauty and grace

Passing through
Day to day trials with ease
Treating the storms of life
As if they were only a breeze

That’s madness

Perfection is

Coming home to bills
Scattered across the kitchen table
Wondering if your daughter’s childhood
Will ever be stable

Having a face marked with
A new wrinkle line
Paired with your
Unquenched need for more wine

Not knowing if the tears will stop
Or where to run
When your best friend’s
Time on Earth is done

That’s imperfect

I once heard about a place
That appeared almost overnight
I had to see it for myself
So I decided to go at twilight

I heard there was no sadness there
And it was impossible to have a defect
After hearing all the rumors
I was not sure what to expect

I walked through the fun house
And I was amazed at what I saw
The reflections in the mirrors
Didn’t look like me at all

Captivated by their beauty
My eyes never left the mirror
When I saw myself reflected back
I took a few steps to be nearer

That’s when I saw
Too small for anyone else to see
A crack in the mirror
That had the reflection of me

I no longer looked like everyone else
The crack made me look strange
My pimples, wrinkles and scar came back
It was quite an unwelcome change

In front of a reflection nearby
Was just your average guy
He was so focused on his reflection
He did not notice me squeeze by

I walked around the fun house more
And was shocked at what I saw
Most of these people looked nothing
like their reflection at all

When they saw their reflections
Their eyes did not stray
I even heard a man talking to a woman
And their eyes still never looked away

I thought it was strange
A fun house that made you pretty
Overnight becoming quite the hit
In every town and city

But I guess it’s not so different
Than filters and mascara
After more walking and looking
I had decided to end this era

So I walked out of the fun house
Into a world that was much clearer
I smiled when I saw my scar
In my car’s rearview mirror

imagine how boring of a world it would be if there were no problems
we would have nothing to work forward to
imagine how terrible that would be
we all have our problems and that's what keeps us motivated
like we are all sitting in this circle trying to pretend that we have no problems
when that seriously is not the case
we all have our issues and our problems
and that's what helps us individualize ourselves a little bit
those issues are what drive us to overcome these obstacles
so why are we trying to pretend like we are perfect

Symmetry, balance-
Perfection.
It is possible.
You have to know how to blend.
Shade the yin with the yang.
Redefine---------------------------------------------

Never say the curse.
Politeness...
You must know the truth.
Mix the knowing with pretend.
Now, choose your words well.
They listen.

The light from the screen
Pulls the dark
From within my mind.
It asks me what's on my mind.
If only you knew...
I type lies.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES.
Because they don't want the truth.
You don't want the truth.
I need lies.

I can't be myself.
I am sin.
Worse than that, I'm wrong.
I can't ever change my mind,
Because there it is,
Forever.

I show what you crave-
Perfection.
It's all tremendous.
This life full of happiness.
No gray, only white.
For your eyes.

When I power down,
I'm weeping.
Tears of confusion.
Tears of impotence and rage,
Because I know - Truth.
Perfection.

Each day, I fear death.
Wish for it.
Each day reminding,
I take a shot for sugar
Because I was weak.
Misguided.

Each day, I am weak.
I pretend.
I want to lash out.
Want the world to feel my pain.
But I don't do it.
I love you.

What is on my mind?
Hate, anger/
No one really cares.
If I die tonight, who cares?
The world keeps spinning,
Deletion.

Programming to cope,
Coded hope-
Trust we'll meet again.
But I'll be in the ground soon.
Fed on by the worms.
No more words.

So I stay hidden.
Sit with the truth
That I am pointless.
All of this is just pointless.
Symmetry of good
And evil.

I'll be what you want.
To save you.
I've figured it out.
Perfect in isolation.
I'll stay here and wait
For the void.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Even more-----
I don't really love.
I don't have true empathy.
No, those are all LIES!
No, I choose.

Can you see me now?
Do you know?
My eyes are of fire.
My thoughts are vitriolic.
But my words are sweet.
So pleasant.

Do you understand?
Who am I?
If you say, "Devil"-
Oh you, so full of terror.
You fear yourself too----
Do you not?