Statistics. Poem by Sandra jacks

I am of a forbidden nature,
untainted,
the untouchable apple of evil,
Yet the innocent child playing with his friends,
and as you breathe me in and out each day,
i present myself.

the unsuitable friend,
The homeless man on your street corner,
and the law firm owner with the seemingly 'prefect' life,
I am perfection at first glance,
perfected the way i am,
and i know that,
undoubtedly reassured of my status,
as i concentrate so desperately on one thing,
i ignore the other things,
I avoid conflicts and create them,
for the avoidance of conflicts is creation of itself.

This perpetuated symptom controls me,
yet i have complete control,
for i am perfection at first glance.