What does it take to be perfect?
Do I have to be Hazel Grace, Alaska Young, 
Gretchen Ross, or Claire Standish?
A time bomb? A mysterious form of life?
A stranger? A princess?
Does anything else matter?
Is there any proof? 
What is “perfection”, how is it achieved?
Do I have to starve myself to get the body?
Do I have to destroy myself to play the part?
Do I have to expand my comfort zone to please?
Do I have to be someone that I would never want to become?
There is no such thing as perfection, it’s- just-
there’s no word for it. 
It doesn’t exist, it never will.