Order

I don't want their order anymore.
I have had enough of trying to be perfect for such imperfect people.
I want them to realize that this world has so much more.
I know I may sound selfish, but they have to understand.
I need for them to see that MY world has no order.
My world is utter chaos where nothing is ever planned.
Ever since human beings walked this planet, there's always been mistakes.
Perfection can be a goal, but it will never be obtained.
And the sight of their endless trying makes my heart ache.
I would never put you into judgment in my chaos world.
I guess you wouldn't really know though, since my goal has been perfection as well.
And now it has made me absoultly sick with whirl.
I am stopping before a never-ending sickness becomes a substance I can feel.
It will be best if you do too, because once it's a substance, you get stuck.
You stuck in a sticky situation that is imaginary to you up until the point it becomes real.
I'm a lucky one though.
I'm a one out of millions that has learned perfection is fake before it destroyed me.
It didn't have a slightest chance of getting me in it's grasp, because I already let go.
Come with me into my chaos world, with no order, no perfection, and just you.
It will be amazing, accepting imperfection.
My love of imperfection will stay just like the skies stay blue.