Perfection

Perfection,
Over there dancing before us in the light,
Is simply just a waste of our time.
Everytime we go near it,
It runs and hides.
Sometimes leaving behind damage so deep,
Not even a miracle could cover the scars.
Perfection,
A perfectly even lettered word,
10 letters,
No more,
No less,
That draws us,
Persuades us,
Entices us,
Into believing that we have achieved it,
When what we really saw was an imitation.
We strive so hard to achieve the vile word,
That we never realize the false pretenses;
The fake smiles,
The adapted behavior,
And the new lifestyles,
That we portray.
The instant transformation we go through just to appear perfect,
Takes away from us.
Who we are changes over time,
And we become fake.
Faker than a Barbie Doll,
The epitome of perfection of image.
Life then becomes dull and not worth living.
So when you see Perfection,
Over there,
Dancing in the most enticing way,
Under the most beautiful of lights,
In the most gorgeous surroundings,
Run!
Run far away!
Run the opposite way !
And
Do Not Ever
Look Back…