Society. Society. Society

You wanted perfect.
I gave you perfect. Perfect beauty.
Perfect body, smile, perfect graciousness.
Perfect forgiveness, perfect decorum.

Until one day I couldn’t smile.
I was shabby. Unkempt.
I gave a ruthless comment.
Held a grudge. Snorted while eating at a wedding.

The strength to show up complete, perfect,
Whole, held together, failed.
And my nakedness showed
Then I realized, sadly.

I was only queen,
As long as I kept portraying success.
Progress, strength, poise.
For sadly, the day I showed my true real self,
You judged me. Labeled me.

Shunned away from me. Unclothed me,
Moved on to the next new hot story,
Forgot about my existence just like that.

Then there’s me, who you left behind
With the heart wrenching realization and acceptance,
That the true us is ugly,
And the fake us is beautiful,

To a world plagued,
By a cracked mirror perception.
Chasing for perfection,
Yet, perfect is an unattainable facade.