Diamond In the Sand

I want to be perfect,
Just want to be the best;
Want to be the kinda guy you dream about,
And to stand out from the rest.

But there are never enough hours in a day
To fix my hair just right,
Or enough healthy foods and cosmetics
To help all my flaws fade away overnight.

But you never care,
Only see what’s ever there
In front of you;
Ignorant all the time to the trials behind closed doors,
But quick to speak your mind about a life that isn’t yours.

I didn’t ask for your two cents
‘Cus I’m only after my own sense of fulfilment;
And I don’t need friends that are fake.
If that doesn’t make sense to you,
It’s because it’s not your life at stake.
So here’s two for you too:

We’re all tested and tried,
By the pressures of life.
It’s under this that we find we can shine,
Like a diamond in the sand;
Formed since the beginning of time,
With love and a heavy hand.

But look a little longer,
Stare a little harder;
I just wanted to be perfect,
I never wanted to be a martyr.

You bought into the fear that they taught you
When you denied the wars the founding fathers fought for you,
Then turned around and pointed the finger
At some lonely soul breaking the mould;
‘Cus when he talks of beauty, your heart turns cold.

But I just want to be perfect;
I know it will be worth it,
Being the best
To win a space in your lonely heart;
Loved for an image so I don’t fall apart
Standing out from the rest.

You can’t love anyone but yourself
So it would be a real waste,
Being perfect under pressure
Just to taste saving grace.
This world is small, but your heart is smaller,
And perfect won’t save your heart
From all of your dark and the hate that you harbour.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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