• She was that one perfect girl.
    Guys wanted her.
    Girls envied her.

    He was the most handsome boy.
    Girls loved him.
    Guys idolized him.

    It was hard to swallow.
    The two most perfect.
    The two least flawed.
    They always end up together.

    Is it possible that,
    Just for one moment,
    Happiness can meet us flawed ones?

    We aren't gorgeous, we aren't handsome...
    We are the ugly, the hated, the ignored.

    Life is filled with social ladders.
    The pegs on ours are broken
    Many have fallen trying to climb.
    And others can't proceed.

    We are forced from these ladders to platforms.
    Perfect platforms
    Flawed platforms.

    Why am I on the latter?

    Forced from these platforms to stay in our groups.
    Perfection with perfection.
    Flaws with flaws.

    I want to take a hammer,
    A board and nails.

    I want to build a bridge,
    connecting the two.

    Flawed with perfection.
    Perfection with flawed.

    Is my ideal paradise so much to ask?

    When we meet, what will become of us?
    Will the flawed turn perfect?
    Will the perfect turn flawed?

    Is it possible to tell?

    In my opinion.
    In my ideal paradise.
    No one is perfect, no one is flawed.

    We are all, simply,
    Flawless Imperfection