Secretly Perfect.

There is a rumour,

That those around you,

Live perfect lives,

Never once a fool,

Mistakes are minor,

Life's a blast,

Where everything good,

Seems to last.

But behind those photos,

And non-conversations,

We are people of sorrow,

With pain and addictions,

We do what we do,

Because we can't change what hurts us,

And the sad true label,

Is that hurt people hurt people.

They seem to the eyes,

Perfect in everything,

But where eyes fail to see,

Secretly vanishing.

Some friends are poor with soothing words,

Because they lack your perspective,

But let that not drown you,

It doesn't change your worth,

You are the one who decides your value;

Even when you've fallen,

And feel like a discount,

Rise on your feet,

You're not done, kill defeat,

As long as you live,

You get to decide,

How much you're worth,

You raise the price again.

That is why,

We are to find,

The friend who sticks closer than a brother,

And when we become transparent,

Suddenly comparing,

Doesn't become a torture,

And we realise,

That we are free to release,

The pains that now hold us,

Because no one is perfect,

And that's okay,

We can begin today,

To become better than we were yesterday.