The So-Called Perfect Person

I have seen a perfect human being,

Who is self-loathing and obsessed with their own good doing?

They don’t know really what they do,

They just want their offspring to be in their shoe.

They always try to help us by despairing us,

Saying that we are a failure, though it does

Good things to many, but in reality, they are also faulty just like me,

Just like us, but it’s their compensation for what they say.

Actually, they are as much failure in their life,

As much screwed as we are,

Yet they try to cover all their messes with their heavy word.

So we follow them, into their own made world.

Where they set their own rules, where they decide what is right.

It’s when we start to give up in our fight.

It’s when we kill all of our passions and follow them blindly.

It’s when we became doomed finally.

Sometimes though a couple or three of us get out,

Build their own dream, where there is no place for doubt

They became God in their own reality. Not some worthless faulty piece

Of other person's creation, where they can finally find peace.

That time when one gets to achieve their goal finally,

He became the one person he used to hate the most,

He became a part of society. That is the eligibility of being apart

For the greater good, to be a successful person.

That time you turn into one of them.

The one who used to rail you and make you feel shame,

Angry. But why feel ashamed,

When you can be a greater person,

You can be anything, just you have to believe,

To be an exception to achieve.

Their rails will become your boon one day.

But believe me, you just have to make your own destiny, make your own way.