How many times have we worried about things
Things that have very little meaning
Yet we act as if we can not live 
Without these types of items
Have we strayed away so much
From the path of honesty 
That we can no longer see it
Or have we chosen to follow the crowd
Because of the fear of being different
In a world 
Where the only thing that matters
Is how much money you have 
Or what your status is in High School
Do we seek perfection to make us happy 
Or do we seek it in order to keep others happy
In expense to our happiness 
Do not be like the others
Where they relentlessly follow orders from the machine
And destroys lives in the process
It is when we truly accept our flaws 
We see beauty within ourselves
And nothing else matters