Imperfect Insanity

by StarryBlackNight   Jul 6, 2011


Perfect.
A cursed seven letter word.
Everyday I must strive for it.
Why must I be so perfect,
in a world that's full of flaws?

I've never called myself perfect,
you seemed to decide that yourself.
Never can I be smooth and brave,
the bumps and chips are part of me.

Sanity.
A thing I wish I still had.
Pieces of my mind are gone.
I keep searching for them,
but I can't seem to find anything.

There's holes in my world.
Holes no one but I seems to see.
These works of fiction tie me down,
offering the comfort of other worlds.

I can't be perfect not even for you.
My mind can't be your anchor.
Never have I claimed to be perfect,
when I knew the holes were visible.

Stare right through those holes,
and you can see my imperfectly flawed mind.
Sanity seems to have escaped me,
along with the perfect me you seek.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Asia

    I automaticaly wanted this in my favorites list and i had only read the first stanza! By the time i finished i was in love.

  • 13 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A deep write that I felt could strike many souls.....we wonder why we want to achieve perfection. I mean will our scars ever leave? And that sanity, running further away from us....is it all a show?

    You raise some really provoking questions and I thought this entire piece and seeing the real reason behind perfection & and the need for sanity was insightful and well written.

    Thanks for sharing your words.
    God bless!

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