Perfect

The true fact is
No one
Is perfect
But somehow
There is a perfect image
For people 
To recreate
It's not fair
It unrealistic
And it's unachievable 
So 
Even though 
We
Try
To recreate
The 
“Perfect”
Image
We still 
Know we can’t

Which 
Leads us to
Doubt

This 
Image
Leads us to
A pretty
And
An ugly
It leads us to
A right 
And 
A wrong
It leads us to
A fat 
And
A skinny

The thing is
Everyone is looking 
For more
But what we 
have to
Accept 
Is that 
We already are 
That 
“Perfect”
Image 
Because
You
Are
You
And 
That 
Is what 
The 
Image tries to 
Tell us

It tries to scream
That you can't 
Believe
The still 
Images
When you don't know
The moving 
Background
You don't know
The tough
Behind 
The beautiful
You can't 
Tell yourself 
That there is
Someone 
Prettier
Because 
Everyone 
Has there 
Own standards
Everyone 
Has their own 
Ideas,
Opinions,
Beliefs
The only things that 
You
Can judge
Are your own
Ideas,
Opinions,
And 
Beliefs
So don't
Go 
Hurting
Other people
Based off of 
Your
Perfect 
Image
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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