Forcefield

Perfection is an illusion

It is the invisible lock that keeps us from unleashing maximum potential

There is no curtain

I am my only roadblock

The things people judge me for are the things that make me so beautiful

A precious creation, never an abomination

Sometimes that curtain seems all too real

I pick myself up, turn the curtain to a cape, and fly

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