She feared,

She teared,

She loathed imperfection,

In such a horrible fashion

She would stand in front of the mirror,

Looking for truth

Reaching in to find out her true self,

Her image

Each passing day

And no one could make her feel okay

Perfect she wanted to be,

Perfection she never could meet

She judged herself,

Like no one else,

Detesting herself more and more,

Locked herself behind the bedroom door

Never eating,

Never sleeping;

She would lie on her bed all day

People started to think she was insane,

And they walked past her in disdain

She did not understand,

She could not comprehend

That perfection was just an illusion,

That imperfection was pure reality

Her mother decided she was depressed

But her daughter had already left

Escaping her own little cruel world of...

Imperfection.

(Winner for 'Best Poem of The Year' in 'Poetry Awards 2016')