perfect is a flaw in itself

""they smile, they wink, they laugh, they are perfect
they are flawless, they are genuine, they are idols
they make us feel so incomplete, they make us long to be them
they fill our lives and consume our interests""

they are fake, they lie, they cheat, they are empty
they are concieted, they are lost, they are lonely
they are arrogant, they are angry, they are demons
they are horrible fake people who we idolize...why?

those flawless women, those body builder men. those million dollar smiles and billion dollar abs. those ten thousand dollar dresses and suits. those fake masks of smiles through which hide thier cowardly expressions. through which they hide who they really, truely are, for fear that no one will accept them. why do we choose to idolize and want to be fake? to want to be perfect...to want no flaws is a expectation we cannot possibly ask of ourselves... for being perfect is unachievable...why are we purposely disapointing ourselves then??

they are idiots. they think that air brushing an extra inch of their thighs off will win me over. they think they can make me bow and wish to be them. they think they can win. I can see through them. i can see the fire of evil in thier eyes...sense thier intentions through their very footsteps. I will not be taken. Even if i must stand alone on a battelfield fighting for sanity, i will wield the most powerful blade on the field.

people, pull your heads out of your fantasy worlds and face the fucking facts. being perfect is impossible. those people don't look any different than you do in the morning before the thousand dollar hair products and pounds of makeup to erase their flaws and humanity. before they enter the streets only to be paraded by people who only love them because they are fake... its completely asinine and as i sit here and watch it happen, im glad to know im not an idiot like them. and nothing will ever make me different.