Dear Perfect People

Dear Perfect People,

I look in the sky.

Secretly wishing to fly.

Soar over hills.

Escaping a life of pills.

Freeing my life.

From a double edged knife.

More beautiful than ever.

Many lies to sever.

So effortless.

I’m weightless.

All imperfections and worries.

Drift down like tiny flurries.

Perfect beauty.

Would you say I’m good enough now?