The world seems fit to reject any one who is flawed. Make a mistake, or be the real you - you will be shunned. They seek and worship perfection while hiding behind their own masks and disguises of self-deception. Instead of showing their faces to the world. The saying be who you really are and no one else should be banned if it is not a truthful saying to adibe by in this generation of society.
I refuse to hide behind a disguise. Therefore, I am a memory. An afterthought - a crack in the glass of perfection. Imperfections are unique. Sabotaged, maybe, but not quite. A disgrace, I can live with that.
I am perfect. In my own way. Perfectly flawed.