Perfection.
Perfection.
I contend each day I am subjected to, fighting unrealistic dreams,knowing that I'll never be perfect. I feel a slight stupidity for all my pathetic attempts. I wish I knew the reason, the way in which I present myself, the way in which I'll never be the perfection in your mind. I am left with no hope, chasing false aspirations, the beauty of the past and now the standards of the present. I know I'll never be in pocession of the perfection in which pleases you. I'll never be the person you want me to be. I am just a simple human with such fragile fate, dreams ready to be shattered, still to question whether I am one worthy of existence and still in search and discovery of such perfection. Is it only I who can foresee the envision of such emerging talent? You've suppressed my dreams and destroyed my faith with your own standards, with what you call "Perfect." You've stripped me of my pride and made me look at myself for a second time, I no longer view myself in the same way in which I had in the past. The cruelty of your harsh words, striking into me, such pain breaks my warm heart, until I lose all hope, I wish I knew the perfection in which you speak of and the reason of why you've left me with no faith, who knew the standards of "Perfection" would cripple many, that you'd leave me like this. A worthless being.
I contend each day I am subjected to, fighting unrealistic dreams,knowing that I'll never be perfect. I feel a slight stupidity for all my pathetic attempts. I wish I knew the reason, the way in which I present myself, the way in which I'll never be the perfection in your mind. I am left with no hope, chasing false aspirations, the beauty of the past and now the standards of the present. I know I'll never be in pocession of the perfection in which pleases you. I'll never be the person you want me to be. I am just a simple human with such fragile fate, dreams ready to be shattered, still to question whether I am one worthy of existence and still in search and discovery of such perfection. Is it only I who can foresee the envision of such emerging talent? You've suppressed my dreams and destroyed my faith with your own standards, with what you call "Perfect." You've stripped me of my pride and made me look at myself for a second time, I no longer view myself in the same way in which I had in the past. The cruelty of your harsh words, striking into me, such pain breaks my warm heart, until I lose all hope, I wish I knew the perfection in which you speak of and the reason of why you've left me with no faith, who knew the standards of "Perfection" would cripple many, that you'd leave me like this. A worthless being.