Imperfections

Perfect you might not be, but you are not alone.
At first I thought I had to be one of those worthless clones.
Turns out that they themsleves are the farthest from perfection
and yet they believe they are superior enough to call me a defection?
It is not right, I don't want to become a person like them. No, never.
I don't want to become another thing, another fake, another figure.
So I left them behind, all shocked with disbelief that I pushed them away, rejected.
I chose another path, looked up when they sneered, their words no longer effective.
I didn't want their approval, I was deaf to their disdain, but blind? No, they had no beauty in the first place.
I wouldn't have to keep up, I shouldn't have to change. I should just walk with my own colors, with my own pace.
So in this world of black and white, I was changed and in color. I was the single star of the night.
Though the black parts are many compared to the stars, they are slowly being filled with lights.
We are the lights coming to notice, we are the unique and changed.
We are the ones coming to realize that perfection is imperfect and underated.