Perfection

kicking and screaming in every direction.
not accepted in selection.
i cannot handle rejection.

try it again:
one, two, three – STOP.
imperfection.
make another correction.

every movement made
falls victim of their inspection.

i’ll swallow down
my confection.
a mix of
denial, trial and extension.
to fill my objection
of Perfection.

staring at my own reflection.
i clutch a cure.
i’m numb from the pain of this injection.

it’s killing me.
this damn infection
that you choose to call
Perfection.