This poem is actually an excerpt from the novel "Perfect" by Ellen Hopkins, and it was one of the best books I have ever read so I highly recommend it!
I realize it is a little difficult to read, so I will add it below:
How
do you define a word
without concrete meaning? To each
his own the saying goes, so
Why
push to attain an ideal
state of being that no two
random people will agree is
Where
you want to be? Faultless,
finished, incomparable. People
can never be these, and anyway
When
did creating a flawless facade
become a more vital goal
than learning to love the person
Who
lives inside your skin?
The outside world belongs to others.
Only you should decide for you
What
is perfect.
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