perfection

by Isabel Lindsay

I condone everyone in my hatred.
My fear of failure urges lies, thousands, to spew
Enough to make the norm seem dark and ugly
Not nearly as ugly as me.
No emotion nor honesty can best me;
I, who sneers in the face that shows such passion;
I, who laughs while trying not to cry,
Because nothing matters, nothing matters.
Harden your heart to the world.
Wear an armor of steel hard enough to brittle your bones,
Chills your skin and freezes your core,
This is the goal, to be ice.
When my eyes have glazen over,
When frost drips from my lips turned blue,
Stiff limbs unable to move
Except in hardened, robotic motions,
When my blood has thinned to cold water
And my once beating heart ceases in its pumping,
Then finally,
I will have achieved perfection.