Perfection

My head hurts,
I don't feel my heart anymore,
This soul of mine is so tortured.
What am i doing here?
In this world of rich and poor.
I can't live between monster and survivors,
Between perfection and ugliness,
Between trash and new.
What are we?
Souls trapped in bodies,
Broken hearts behind laughs,
Tears in emotionless faces.
Do we deserve this?
Maybe.
I learn that if one does something wrong we all pay,
But do we all have to pay?
Of course not,
But that is what we are taught nowadays.
This is what society is teaching us.
It's teaching us that perfection is a law.
We are humans that means we never heard of perfection.

Reviews

[Simply Divine Creation]

This Is Amazing Dear, I Like It ♥♥

[Misery]

Your poem is very insightful for such a young poet. Well done, smile-less one.

[One Lost Anti-Hero]

Perfection is neither being the greatest or being a certain absolute form. Even if perfection means to have no defects that is simply not a standard we should be looking for as a goal. My perfect world is built with flaws, but being willing to accept them all.