Mold of Perfection

The mold of a star is made of perfection. Paper máched by crafted images engraved in the human mind. Held together by the stereotypes cold chains. Formed by the expectations of society and one's self. I do not fit this mold. I am not perfection. I am not made to be a someone's imagination of perfection. I am me. That is all. I have my strengths, I have my weaknesses, and I have my imperfections. My own mold will be formed from my own triumphs, and by my own expectations. Held together by the fierce drive to keep going against the obstacles of people's judgments. Formed by me. I have my own mold of perfection.