Perfection

I've heard people say we live in a perfect world,

When in fact,

It’s filled with perfectionists,

But no real perfection.

From when we are little,

To our dying days,

We all constantly change ourselves,

We hope that we will finally fit in.

Our hairstyles and the way we dress,

It all seems to define us.

You’re judged on how you look,

And even how much money you have.

We look to our past and see someone who used to be,

Someone who lost their innocence,

Someone so totally changed,

It’s unbelievable.

We look at our present and see,

we’re just  another human changing for others,

But there isn't need to worry,

Because so is everyone else.

We look to our future,

Yet we can’t quite picture it,

We don’t know what we’ll look like,

Because we will keep changing.

After all we are humans,

Perfection isn't ever going to be ours,

Because as soon as you’re perfect,

You’re not human.