Perfection?

Big hair
fake nails,
stares, glares,
this apparent
perfection has
become an infection
toxic to minds
so bright, one finds,
pollution and confusion,
as the glare blinds
those minds,
that hide behind
the makeup and
clothes, no one knows
the pain they hold,
it doesn't show.
Emotions masked
by tearful devotions
to this everyday
task of beauty,
or lack..but
once poisoned
there's no going back
you've lost all direction
because of this infection
to feel the need for perfection.
Once it starts
it slowly tears you apart
and in your heart,
you try and try
to get by, but,
you buy and buy
to feel perfect inside
and you lie,
you pretend
its OK
and you mend
the tears everyday
with these things
these material
things
that only bring more pain,
material things
that wash off in the rain
and of this,
what do you gain?
NOTHING.
except maybe a
stare or a glare
at your
fake nails and big hair
the things you think
are perfection,
but are only a connection
to the infection
that takes over
and kills you.
yes, you,
who was already perfect...
before.

-Broken Soul-

r/c?

i will return the favor.