When is anything ever perfect?
whether it be our complexion, hair or nails
something about us can always be found that we don't like
lists of imperfections are endless
made by us
all about us
but somewhere deep inside
there is always a person longing to come out
to show the world who we really are
what we show the world should be how we judge imperfections
imperfections are not physical,
because in someone's eyes you are always beautiful
no matter what
someone deep inside is longing to be set free
someone who everyone can be proud of.
although perfection can never be reached
we always strive to do our best
what is perfection anyway?
since no one has ever achieved it
how do we know what to reach for
do we base our thoughts on it on the media?
why don't we just try a new thing called
thinking for ourselves.
