Got to be everything,
Got to be perfect
In the eyes of perfection.
Got to be sane,
In the face of insanity.
Then what?
When I'm perfect
And sane
In my perfect,
Sane world.
What if I want
To revel in imperfection?
Everything of mine flawed,
A pearl smudged
With a drop of crude oil.
What if I lost sanity?
Hearing voices,
Seeing things
That are not there,
Just in my twisted mind.
Then what!?!
Then I'll be happy!
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