Perfection

"Perfection" by Heather B. 4/22/06

Look at me,
Tell me what you see
Am I everything;
I was ever meant to be?

Must I maintain an image,
To be viewed as perfect?
Or can I merely be me,
In a world whose perfection is worthless?

Called too fat,
Considered too thin,
Not popular enough,
To ever fit in.

Cant make me bend my back,
Or soften my spine to fit,
Any mold made by man,
Cuz I’m breaking out of it.

Too long I’ve held my breath,
When my lungs longed to scream,
After watching the picture perfect image,
It is a nightmare not a dream.

Touched up and airbrushed,
Nothing as it seems
Surrounded by images
From which artificial beauty gleams.

Hair do’s and nose jobs,
Make-up way over done,
Push up something here and snip something there,
Vainly trying to be the perfect one.

Exhausting and tiring,
To keep up with the trends,
Will the fruitless pursuit of perfection,
Ever reach an end?

Hollywood and paparazzi,
Displayed in Glamour magazines,
Can’t seem to escape,
This false reality.

Throw out those posters,
Rip those magazines,
The false message they portray,
To lower your self esteem.

Kick back and relax I will,
But not in Designer jeans,
You won’t catch me,
Getting caught in the mainstream.

Happy with who I am,
Is what I have resided to be,
Refusing to be driven by the wind,
Gladly, I will be me.