It’s hurt so much to be imperfect no one wants the genuine you  when you try to come up plain you get questioned and you just don’t have the answers 

It’s so hard that you want to fit in and the moment their is a crack you become a symbol of irritation 

You want so much when you can give little

And you try so much to give enough that you don’t have and you end up taking what you don’t need and the whole circle continues . When it’s all good you start getting scared with what ifs 

What if it’s end , what if it’s not real or get broken or even worse and you can’t seem to live the present you so desire for future that’s is already before you but you are too clouded by aim of perfection to see 

Until everything is gone and destroyed 

If you have hard of regrets it’s the worst disease inflicted on a damaged mind  

And that’s all you can do or maybe more maybe continue to live in a different direction not minding the questions no answering to anyone, just being you fighting the temptation with everything you got just to be genuine for yourself and only for yourself.