I reflected their expectations

Like a pool of molten silver

Until beneath the smoothened surface

My true self was lost forever

They each expect you to reflect

Their version of perfect

And you try ever more

Until you're sore

From contorting and conforming

To some vague ideal

Feel unable to perform

The slightest move free from

Being disapproved or worse

For not hiding your flaws

For not appearing bright

Despite the darkness swelling

In your tight, tight chest

It could burst your vest

And scream in blood the pain

Only to be met with disdain

So, irreverate!

Be an apostate

Of perfection

Like never seen in all Creation!

Pry the thorns aside

From your aching sense of self

Shake awake, eyes wide

Anew into the world

Finally you