Who put these fairytales in our heads?
Who brainwashed us to think great?
Who said that we’re unique;
Our lives are worth living;
That we gain more than we’re giving?
I have a bone to pick with every last one of the people who said,
“You’re perfect.“
Because I’m not,
And I’d prefer not to be falsely fed
Delusions.
I have room to improve.
And don’t we all as a race?
These fairytales mean naught
More than lies, beautiful lies,
There to stop reality driving us insane.
(A/N: In response to someone who said that a magic lamp would do)
The Ruminant 
Reading this is in equal parts thought-provoking and pretty hilarious.
Your profile picture is, after all, a Rapunzel.
Nonetheless, I get what you hint at. You aren’t all that subtle and the title obviously didn’t give away anything.
As expected from you, a great read.
Also fix your formatting man -.-
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I get why you say that. Subtlety isn’t really my strong suit. 😛
Also, excuse you, that’s a Disney Rapunzel who’s technically in the same fanart form generally accepted as Katniss from the Hunger Games. Braided black hair, black clothes and a mockingjay pin.
The format fixing is underway. Apologies.
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Disillusionment is hard to swallow…unfortunately it has become an essential part of growing up😪
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That’s true. However, I think one should shed it off like they shed off other things when they become adults.
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Hi Maitrey!
Congratulations on a great poem!
I was excited to see you followed my blog Reflections, but i haven’t blogged at Reflections in two years.
Please follow me over to my current blog MostlyBlogging.com. You will be invited to my ten blogging events I hold every month and see my articles there.
Looking to see you at MostlyBlogging.com
Janice
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The truth in our own reflection, fascinating
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Thank you, I’M SO GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND. :’)
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I’m glad your expression isn’t so cryptic, it makes your poetry much more enjoyable to read ✌😉
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Thank you. That really means a lot, and I’ll definitely keep it in mind for future poems!
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Perfectly flawed 🙏🏻💐
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That’s a great oxymoron.
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Sorry, this one slipped by. Yes and very fitting in my opinion. I am a creature, my mind is often at odds with how I perceive and what I think, others reaction might be.
This post, among others, have prompted the Who am I? so I must thank you for that
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I agree with what you’re saying. :’)
I’m so glad to hear that! You’re very, very welcome, as always.
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Yeah, I’m gonna join @vapor_sage and the rest of the mob picking on you.
You’re perfect alright.
The perfect you.
Comparisons are the imperfection.
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Um, “the mob picking on you”?
Thank you. ‘The perfect you’ sounds like another oxymoron to be, though. 😛
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So do you know someone else who does a better job of being you?
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It’s not about doing a better job at being me, it’s improving the me that’s there in the first place. 😛
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Against what standard?
After all, if you’re so imperfect, who are you to judge?
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So do you believe that there is absolutely nothing to work upon in any person alive and the human race living as it is here and now is essentially utopia?
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@cabrogal
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Even utopia is a relative term. It assumes a dystopia to compare itself with.
People are ends in themselves. In fact everything is. Imagining you’re the same sort of thing as someone else – real or imagined – is just a trick of the mind. Putting things into classes and sets is a kind of cognitive shortcut we use because recognising everything for what it is uses up too many brain cells. Of course we do it to everyone else and everyone else does it to us. Doesn’t mean there’s any underlying truth to it.
Everything’s perfect. Both individually and collectively. Not good. Not bad. Perfect. Because it is. It exists. It’s real. Platonic ideals are just abstractions. You can’t step outside reality and stand in judgement of it. Even when reality is just you.
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Hi, thank you for the comment!
You started by saying that utopia is a relative term, which assumes a dystopia to compare itself with.
Isn’t that logic also true of the word perfect? Perfection is defined by imperfection. In itself the word possibly means nothing – it simply implies all ABSENCE of flaws. For example, vacuum isn’t a state or matter, it is simply the condition of the ABSENCE of everything else.
In view of this, perfection, utopia, and even Max Weber’s “Ideal Type” are all abstractions, constructs built up by the definitions of flaws.
Your other point being that I can’t step outside reality to stand in judgement of it, can be contrasted with the situation that I can’t stand in judgement of a reality I’m not a part of. All judgement is in ways, internal rather than external within a defined body, because external judgement can never acquire enough insight. A country’s laws are written by THAT country’s representatives, and people are tried and judged by the same.
You could ask, then, why judge at all?
But then, if we do not analyse and form solid factual bases for ourselves, how can we move on to higher functions?
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It’s beautiful 💖😍
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Aaahhh, thank you so much! ❤❤
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