Perfect Perfection
Perfection is always a goal
Crushing a person's soul
Trying to be worth gold
Slowly crumbling under the mold
Souls gathering up building a cult
Trying not to get a single insult
The whole world being corrupt
Going into constant pain no one can interrupt
Truth be told society is pure disgust
This whole universe is very unjust
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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