Perfect act
Pefect lie
Perfect deciet
Perfect you
Imperfection
in the act
in the lie
in you
Yet still you deny
Cling to perfection
Re establish the lies
And cover yourself
Imperfection
Something your not
A god in mortal shoes
Is what you apear
No matter the lies
You scatter in your wake
Forsaking all
Discovering the truth
Its all an act
Just a play
Nothing but a game
With them as the toys
hey elizebeth its a good poem i feel wat your going through keep up the good work