One simple word.
One simple word that can destroy someone.
We search for perfection within ourselves.
We strive to be someone’s perfection.
We want to be perfect to everyone.
But what is perfect?
It’s a word that we use to tear ourselves down and rise others up.
We strive to be something that doesn’t exist
Which puts us at a dead end road of self hatred.
It’s the endless insecurities we find in ourselves.
We count our calories
Our goal is to be prettier than the next
To have what others might not have
To be wearing the most expensive brands, to feel some sort of power
To drown our sorrows in a mask
Perfection simply doesn’t exist
Someone may be beautiful.
They may have everything you’ve ever wanted
That doesn’t mean what’s going on behind closed doors, is perfect
We become so numb to our emotions that we run off the idea of being perfect on the outside
Not wanting to fix the damage within ourselves.
As long as you wear the right thing and look the right way, nothing else matters
Until the tornado of depression hits
Until the hurricane of anxiety tears everything apart
Until the silent voices in your head ring out like a bell
It’s all fun and games until we become suicidal
Young girls believe they aren’t good enough because of the quality of what the eye sees.
We tend to push away people because they aren’t good enough to fit your standard.
Screw your standards
We all came into this world the same way
Not knowing how to do anything
We all grew
So what makes you better than someone else?
This world is bruised with the damaged idea of perfection
Strive to love one another
But love yourself first
Because at the end of the day
Perfection is an imagination