Masquerade

On paper we're perfect
But underneath the surface
The perfect melts away
To reveal we're broken, bruised, and branded
By microscopic mistakes
 

Controlled by the past
And unreachable ideas of perfection
Unconfident, afraid and self-conscious
Forever fearing judgment from those around us
And closest to us
 

Trying to keep up with the act
Never letting down our guard
As the mask that we wear
Melts into us becoming who we are
But no one really knows who we actually are
We barely know our own names
As we become what society wants to see
And our personalities melt away
Leaving behind nothing but lies and frauds
Unrecognizable to those who truly understand
 

In every confrontation a piece is shaved off
And given to others
Until we have nothing left
But jagged edges and dreams
That will never come true
Because we gave in to society
And modern-day ideas of "perfection"
 

If we only believed
In ourselves and each other
We all could have soared
But look at us now
 

Broken, bruised, and branded
By microscopic mistakes
Controlled by the past
And unreachable ideas of perfection
Unconfident, afraid, and self-conscious
Tortured by the flaws we don't even have

 

The real perfection is you

And being yourself

Because we are all perfect

Who cares what they say?

 

Besides, it’s all just a masquerade anyways

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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