"You're so pretty," sighed the Intelligent as Funny chimed, “Yes- love your hair".

Kind beamed, “Your outfit is impeccable!"

And Bold cried “It’s just so unfair!”

"I wish I had your figure," whined Talented

“I mean- what do you even eat!?”

"You are just perfect..." they said.

...said Everything I'd Rather Be

Perfection is a mask.

Of mistakes

Of emotion

Of hard work

Of a pure past...

Some choose to wear them.

Some do not.

Some cannot.

So don't criticize the naked, and praise the protected.

And what are you supposed to do,

When the sky turns grey,

And forgets its shade of blue?

When the paper you worshipped,

Now covers the dead ground,

Coloring it green,

Like it once found?

When the values you hoarded,

Become more minimal,

Abandoning life

Becoming primal?

Do you forget to love

In the thick fog?

Relearn to live

Or become the very bog?

Pieces.

I was shown -given- pieces.

Hooked.

I'm hooked like denial.

Denial.

I deny the facts...

Fact that the pieces have vanished-escaped-

My hook gone with it

And me. Left lacking.

Aching, faking,

Moments that will never be,

A piece of you, with me.

Just walking up the stairs-

Release your jaw.

Walking, walking, walking,

There's a lot of walking here.

Sit down-

Release your jaw.

Listen-

Release your jaw.

Type, remember, talk-

Release your jaw.

2:20, finally!

Walking, walking walking,

Through molasses.

Through pointless and unavoidable air,

Which seeps into my skin and infects my mind;

Engages my thoughts and triggers my response...

Release your jaw.

But when red,

No longer wants blue,

And blue,

No longer red,

All purple can wonder...

Which part of its heart,

Is left wanted?

Heartbroken for someone I never had,

Angry with someone I never met.

Thinking about someone I don't know,

Missing someone I do not get.

Watching someone I haven't seen,

Feeling someone I haven't felt.

Mind filled with all these Ones,

And a target left I couldn't pelt.