PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 121

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The Flaws of PerfectionI live in a glass world
Every individual as translucent as the next
Cold, without compassion,
Greed and arrogance reflected on their faces
Mirror images of each others' "perfection"
The contradiction to the honey coated words they speak
But the truth is reflected nonetheless
A truth they ignore to uphold their flawed idea of "perfection"
I live in a glass world
The image of "perfection" is mirrored everywhere
Reflected on every surface
Only skin deep, this "perfection"
Transparent, this "perfection"
The means used to acquire this state trivial compared to the end result
Merely a status, a condition, yet
They live and they die for acceptance
I live in a glass world
It's heartbeat erratic, threatening to destroy what they have turned it into
This world, so fragile, it can shatter from the smallest push
And they let themselves be swallowed whole by their ignorance
To attain the false, god-like state of "perfection"
But, from where did it sprout, this idea of "perfection"?
Who has proclaim
- MystPhaze

I live in a glass world
Every individual as translucent as the next
Cold, without compassion, 
Greed and arrogance reflected on their faces 
Mirror images of each others' "perfection"
The contradiction to the honey coated words they speak
But the truth is reflected nonetheless
A truth they ignore to uphold their flawed idea of "perfection"

I live in a glass world
The image of "perfection" is mirrored everywhere 
Reflected on every surface
Only skin deep, this "perfection"
Transparent, this "perfection"
The means used to acquire this state trivial compared to the end result
Merely a status, a condition, yet
They live and they die for acceptance

I live in a glass world
It's heartbeat erratic, threatening to destroy what they have turned it into
This world, so fragile, it can shatter from the smallest push
And they let themselves be swallowed whole by their ignorance
To attain the false, god-like state of "perfection"
But, from where did it sprout, this idea of "perfection"?
Who has proclaimed himself God, forcing upon everyone
his twisted ideals and how this world is to function?

I live in a glass world
And I am the imperfection
I make myself opaque, intentions shrouded
What cannot be understood cannot be "perfection"
The broken glass with sharp edges, a piece to be discarded
I reflect nothing of their "perfection"
I am not worthy to be seen by their hypocritical eyes
And I reject their glass world, this "perfection"

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