Be Perfect Poem by Ibn Ali

They don't know my secret tears
I smile at them with fear
Their joy's their's
It's mine delayed that makes me scared
Am I deserving
Every picture, smile, telling me be perfect
No flaws shown present the best of every person
All I keep hearing is 'be perfect'
Sins in storage, close that closet door
Everyone that passes by it makes me nervous
Every secret, every lie might still resurface
Everything I speak is cursive
Ornate deceit
In every mirror my reflection speaks
It says:
'I know who you are
You're Who I thought you'd be
Who you were before
You're who you've always been'