perfection

perfection 

perfection, why does she have to be so strict.

Im only 16, but perfection rules how i exist. 

she looks up at me telling me that im not perfect but thats all a trick, i look down 

at my mistakes that siez to exist.

How can perfection exist?

when the world is filled with tragedy without triumph all in one mix

leaders leading like children and children being part of all the filth running in a path made 

for our generation to fall and trip.

the scrapes run deep, unfixable that we often like to repeat what we cant beat.

No matterhow much we try, we find ourselves being last.

but thats the beauty of perfection not being able to exist, that we have a chance to

 expierence and fix. 

And when world moves fast perfection is sure to be last.