How dare we let a glossy page
trap us in a self-conscious cage?
It sets us up for our fall.
Product after product
We drive ourselves insane.
Striving for perfection
is as addictive as cocaine.
I speak for all the boys and girls
whose mirrors make them cry.
The cause is not their reflection –
Nor their perfectly imperfect complexion.
It’s society’s poisonous idea of perfection.
They preach it in the magazines, posing innocently on the shelves.
Will we ever see a realistic portrayal of someone like ourselves?
They show it on our screens,
bright and inescapable.
But we need to be taught that with our flaws we’re still as capable.
Fighting for perfection is dangerous and frightening.
So you must learn to find your flaws enlightening.
Accept you for you.
And don’t allow social media to dictate what you do.
Put down that glossy page.
Let nature pay its wage.
Let falsity live in rage.
And break free from the self-conscious cage.
A poem about identity