"Perfect"

You think of the days, the days you said to be free, always being no one except for who you said to be, you were young, completely free, but life takes a turn when you're not who they want you to be. Those days were fun while they lasted right?, but you were just cast aside, casted away to the seas, begging for enough air to breathe, but no one hears your silent screams. You strive to be perfect in a world that crucified a perfect man, but in the end, we'll all die thinking we still can, be the same, sound the same, a puppet of the people around you, then you fear the person you are currently is not the real you. No peace, No pain, just a shell of the old you, made to be "perfect", "obedient", just to see you break in two, the satisfaction from your downfall, the smiles through your screams, all this you find out are the people you trusted by any means.