Per·fect

Perfect a 7 letter word with two syllables.

A word I often find myself trying to live by. A word our society is based on. The way we will use a paint brush trying to erase every flaw every impurity. How we need our pearly teeth to be perfectly in line. How our smile will never be crooked and never show pain. And how the clothes on your back are no different from your neighbors because if you wore what you wanted to this morning you would be a

Freak.

How the song you will sing will hit every note, and when you dance only the perfect colors will fly, your feet will leap and jump perfectly and in harmony.

and you will be absolutely

perfect.   

you have to be.

But some days when the weight of the world becomes to heavy to bare, and each letter of perfect weighs a hundred pounds on my shoulders, I become to weak to hide my crooked smile. I will lock myself in my room and just be un-perfect. I will sing every note off key, each leap each jump off beat.

all my colors flying.

I will flaunt each flaw each impurity. And I will be a freak, and I will be happy. Because when your a freak your not a zombie.

A perfect mindless zombie.