Perfect
Perfect is a lieA something that makes many want to die
An irrational equation
One with no sum or destination
Perfection is a killer
A haunter of sweet sleep
Expectations are like daggers
That tear and grind flesh and meat
Perfect makes you starve
Forces you to feint hard on the floor
Inevitably trampled
By those who think they've got more
For some do believe they have it all
Tainted by not one flaw
When really they are the worst of all
Perfection is laced with lies.
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