Poem by the poet

"Perfection" "Perfection". Do you exist? Where are you? Where have you gone? Heh. Nothing is perfection. Perfection is only an oppinion. Your oppinion. Saying something is perfect is like saying a balloon never pops. It's unrealistic and only nerve raking to determine the perfection in you or anyone else. You may see a pretty girl and think "she is so perfect". Therefore your wrong behind everyone's exterior there is an interior, and that interior reeks imperfection. Girls like to think their perfect. That they always have perfect hair, have perfect makeup, have the best cliques, do everything perfect. Oh man. If you go along with them In there obvious confusion. That doesn't make you perfect. Nobody's perfect unless you truly believe it without comparing or judging. Inside everyone always has something. Everyone has flaws. Believe that.