this is the mess of perfection
the ruthless addict of needing everything to be right
running around in desperation
using a shiny veneer of perfection, begging for love and belonging
beneath the gloss of “im fine”s and sweet “thank you”s
beneath the sequin smile of “it’s all good”
there is a scream saying “it’s all a lie”.
a cut called vulnerability
a wound called shame
a pain called despair
a darkness that nobody wants to see
the doll of polished perfection has fooled so many.
the fools are blind. they cannot see.
they have been running around in circles forever and calling it progress.
only the wise.
only the willing.
only those seeking for truth
they look deeper.
do you think that freedom doesn’t come with a price?
you have been disillusioned.
then what you think is freedom has only been a disguise of imprisonment
you have been a caged bird who forgot the colour of the sky.
do you really want true freedom?
then do not engage in such child’s play
true freedom..
it strips you of everything.
everything.
it leaves no trace behind.
it is the death before death.
the death of who you think you are
that is the only way
you will
come to life.
~Mirrah Irdina
20 Dec 2020
Mirrah 