Perfection is

Deception. Conjured

up by a world terrified

of diversity.

 

A sick illusion.

Society the magician,

us the audience.

 

A catch to the deal.

We are suckers to the scam,

gyped of happiness.

 

A non-existence.

Perfection will never be real.

No one is perfect.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I ever wrote. Pleas give me your feedback.