• Perfection;

    That’s what they want, expect, and see.

    Forced to be some person, that just isn’t me.

    Glances snipe me, from all directions.

    Pulling the trigger, for all my mistakes.

    Shooting, were it hurts the most.

    Pressuring me down as they stare.

    Walking away isn’t my answer,

    they'll just follow me.

    I look away in shame,

    for who I am the one to blame.

    I created this group of people who look at me,

    my reflection and who I am.

    Staring and laughing at all my flaws.

    My confidence is weakened.

    I give my self in, and become some perfect being.

    Conscience is taking over, taking down,

    All what is wrong, shall be perfect.

    That’s what they want, expect, and see.

    Forced to be some person, that just isn’t me.