Perfection

I don't know who I am anymore
Or who I want to become
It frustrates me when people judge me
For what I do;
Or what I've done.
I just don't know what to do.
It hurts to be 'labeled' judged, and categorized.
It's like we all live in this little box
If you don't fit in
Your kicked out just like that no turning back
They don't care about what you have to say.
Everything else doesn't matter to them
You're already 'labeled' or 'categorized'
And that is who you are;
Or so they believe.
All the media and everyone is set on being perfect,
Well what is the definition of perfect?
Entirely without any flaws, or defects
No one can be that, no one can have zero flaws,
Yet there are still people who strive for perfection
Or what they think perfection is.