No Erasers

Perfection,
P.E.R.F.E.C.T.I.O.N.
We all know it's wrong,
but we still strive.
Day in,
day out.

It's a daily challenge,
not to.
From what we,
wear,
to how we,
talk,
to what we,
do.
It's all centralized,
around on tiny concept,
perfection.

Why cant we all,
pick up,
a permanent,
marker?
No eraser,
no white-out,
only mistakes,
'cross outs',
ink,
letters,
human.

It's a disease,
perfection.
Everyone catches,
it.
No one can,
cure it.
It will strive with in,
all,
of us.

I urge those I know,
or don't,
'Pick up your,
permanent marker'.
No eraser,
no white-out,
and certainly no,
perfection.
Only mistakes,
'cross outs',
ink,
letters,
human.
Stop looking,
Start Feeling.