Perfection Is Not Perfection Poem by Asher Chester

Seems like I am losing my mind,
Perfect people,
Perfect world, Are they not flawed?

Perfection is not perfection,
Those who are perfect
Too have faults,
What makes them perfect?
They do not let their flaws define themselves.

Or is this just a lie?
Told to make us believe
That we can do anything we can conceive,
That anything can be done If we put our minds to it,
When we truly have limits
That we can not overcome.

Are we trapped within ourselves?
Do we know nothing
But to let our faults speak for us?
Perfection is not perfection,
Or is it?