Apr 12
Mackenzie 101's picture

Perfect?

They sat at the dining room table,
The family of four.
What a perfect family they were.
Laughing,
Talking,
Eating delightfully,
What more could they offer.
They were always the nicest on the block.
Welcoming,
Joyful,
Perfect.
The type of people you want to be around,
Or so I thought.
Cause’ I mean,
nobody's perfect,
Right?
We all are insecure even if we don’t admit it,
We all have troubles,
Or problems with no solutions.
There is no “perfect,”
And that’s why we question it.
We live to make our lives perfect.
We live to try to make our lives perfect,
Just like the family of four enjoying their dinner.
Their smiles contagious,
The food melting your mouth,
And their personalities that make you want to get to know them,
Forver.
They seem so perfect,
And that’s what gets me.
Cause for all I know,
Nobody’s perfect.
Even when they try.