To be Perfect

Tue, 09/11/2018 - 13:56 -- apoet19

The world tells us to be perfect,

But that fills our souls with conflict,

For who can determine our worth?

Why does this feel like hell on Earth?

For all the love we must reject,

The conformity we reflect,

The virtue we choose to neglect …

Throwing intellect to the dirt …

To be perfect.

Society wants perfection,

creating so many addicts…

Who obsess with useless actions,

Finding among themselves a dearth

Where identity should exist.

To be perfect.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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