perfection...what is it?
does it exist?
only in our minds,
only in our imagination.

why do we imagine it?
do we need perfection ?
it just makes us wish we were perfect
but we're not, we could never be.

perfection seems wonderful
but deep down it hurts.
perfection doesn't exist,
maybe that hurts more.

should we believe in perfection?
should we let it hurt?
or should we just admit
that we hurt ourselvs?!