Perfection

She thrived for the highest level of perfection, in everything she did.

She walked and talked and acted just like she thought she should,

Society looked upon her, as an example of exponential grace, and my was she admired with every breath they would take.

Her perfection was a parasite that was planted there by us for our expectations just got higher and she struggled to keep up, over time our needs would strangle her as she fell from our grace and there on the floor we mocked her as her perfection was just fake.

She lay there at our feet crying from the shame and society will forget her, for in her shoes will walk another and the cycle carries on for perfection is a disease and fame its fickle song.