Hi everybody, sorry I haven't wrote in a while but I've been busy with school and all.  This poem I wrote is about the need that people have to attain perfection.  I find that people try to achieve the impossible goals for nothing.  If you're wondering, I don't know anybody who is like this, but I hear about it everyday.  Girls who are annorexic and stuff like that.  It is completely crazy.

Perfections Price

You stare blindly at the pictures
Of a perfect person
Their cosmetically enhanced bodies
Seem to mock you

Each day you attempt
To attain this dream of perfection
Thinking that your dress size
Determines your self worth

Yet the days go by
And still every imperfection
Seems to mock you
As you stare into the mirror
As each flaw disappears
You invent new flaws
That seem impossible to get rid of
Yet you are willing to pay the ultimate price

Each day
You slowly wither away
Growing sick and weak
No longer recognizing yourself

Then one day you reached perfection
As you lay on a stretcher
Dying of starvation
Yet you were happy since you had achieved
Your goal of perfection