A Perfect Fraud
Perfect Fraud
Ugly, stupid monstrosity of raw flesh,
A monster carved out of a precious soul,
I hide in the shadows of Perfection,
Slave to her will, must be her reflection,
Perfect: a remarkable role model,
Blessed by even the godless people,
I give up my friends, my art, my fashion,
Perfection will replace all my passions,
No risk of being vulnerable to others,
I'd rather a fraud live my life than be judged,
Though I live my life in my own prison,
Unlock my cell? I haven't a reason,
For the outside world is far too bitter,
Yet I've not been outside in quite a while...
And maybe there is some good to be found,
Oh why do I let this fraud keep me bound!
Beautiful and precious child of the Lord,
Handcrafted masterpiece of God himself.
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