Perfection is something hard to find,
The thought is often left behind.
But perfection is hiding, for us to see.
You just have to look, hear its plea.
Decieving us all, disguised as flaws.
The little things distract us all.
Behind the masks we face each day,
Lies something gorgeous to display.
Lost somewhere between lies and regret,
Perfection is something we all forget.
But its never ruined or completely gone,
Society made sure it was withdrawn.
Take a hard look at what you are,
And you'll find beauty instead of scars.
Just study your own horrid reflection,
Inside every being there is perfection.