Imperfection leads to authenticity,

A proclivity derived from the resiliency to accept the mimicry of the picture perfect imagery set by reality callously.

Merely reality wants us to fall into synchronicity,

We unknowingly let go of our ability to showcase our individuality, something that expeditiously displays our visible versatility.

Our innate inability to reject these fallacies results in the casualty of our authenticity.

The audacity of such a catastrophe has led me to willingly fight for the immortality of my own individuality.

Accepting imperfection while rejecting the depravity of this opaque reality, I case to become another lifeless cavity.

I evade the brutality and I become myself in totality.

Flawless enters my body rapidly, for I have found the loophole to this never-ending soul calumny.

I am flawless because I am flawed,

Something that is way beyond the mental capacity of this society to ever uphold as veracity.