Ignorance is bliss.

You pick at my flaws like dried up scabs, so irresistable, so tempting. Dead and nothing more, nothing more. It is nothing more than a fake perfection, one that no one can reach or achieve. Yet you try and try, constantly failing, constantly falling. Falling and failing. Open your eyes to the world and see that it cannot be, look at what is around you rather than focussing on your tunnel-vision mindset. It will not be simply because it cannot be - accept it or let it go, do not try and fix it until it matches the mold of your perfection. Subjective nonsense, I will not take it.