I hold myself to a standard of Grace

Not perfection

I did that is, until I didn't

because perfection is what we 

Strive for

And grace is just a minor note

so what if everyone likes you

No one will remember if you're nice

You have to always look good

This is war, suit up

never bck down

hit or be hit

say or be told

I have seen the stars fall 

right out of the sky

Landing gently in your blue eyes

You sparkle with such honesty

Not yet branded by society

You had not breathed the toxic air 

Of false hpappiness in such perfection

I've taken too many toxic breaths

addicted like a drug

to hold myself to a higher standard

then a societal perfection

Keep your head held high 

and keep that sparkle

No more living for their "perfection"

No more falling from grace