Nobody's Perfect
Nobody's perfect.
Some may appear to be outwardly perfect: Sporty, sociable, intelligent, good-looking, *insert positive adjective*.
They don't want you to observe their inefficiencies in hand-eye coordination. They don't want you to pinpoint the faults that they cannot sing, nor that they cannot perform effectively under pressure. They don't want you to know that they are secretly lazy, and that they blow things out of proportion for self-gratification in their quotidian lives.
They don't want you to notice that they can't handle humiliation. They don't want you to spread gossips behind their backs.
They don't want you to know that they avoid making proper friends so as to prevent them from knowing the entire truth.
They don't want you to realise that this semi-respectable person has deep dark secrets, deep dark habits and deep dark longings dissolving away at their corporeal being.
They don't want you to notice that they are big hacks. They don't want you to notice that they are shallow, superficial and completely unworthy of being your friend. They don't want you to ignore them, nor would they want to ignore you.
They don't want their history and crises, from school to CCA to social life, from reaching your ears. They don't want you to taunt them about their inefficiencies and failures past, present and future.
So, understand that nobody's perfect.
Sigh. I really wish I was nobody.
Moping around to... Neither of Us Can See - Incubus
Some may appear to be outwardly perfect: Sporty, sociable, intelligent, good-looking, *insert positive adjective*.
They don't want you to observe their inefficiencies in hand-eye coordination. They don't want you to pinpoint the faults that they cannot sing, nor that they cannot perform effectively under pressure. They don't want you to know that they are secretly lazy, and that they blow things out of proportion for self-gratification in their quotidian lives.
They don't want you to notice that they can't handle humiliation. They don't want you to spread gossips behind their backs.
They don't want you to know that they avoid making proper friends so as to prevent them from knowing the entire truth.
They don't want you to realise that this semi-respectable person has deep dark secrets, deep dark habits and deep dark longings dissolving away at their corporeal being.
They don't want you to notice that they are big hacks. They don't want you to notice that they are shallow, superficial and completely unworthy of being your friend. They don't want you to ignore them, nor would they want to ignore you.
They don't want their history and crises, from school to CCA to social life, from reaching your ears. They don't want you to taunt them about their inefficiencies and failures past, present and future.
So, understand that nobody's perfect.
Sigh. I really wish I was nobody.
Moping around to... Neither of Us Can See - Incubus
Came, Saw and Conquered by dw 9:20 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:16 AM ,
Anonymous said...
That is really something here abt perfection. I think all of us can live with that. BUT the big issue is when all the other imperfect beings try to make you look like you are imperfect. Then that warrants a tit-for-tat reaction. So don't go picking on somebody's wood when u have a block in your own eyes. I think this is the crux.
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