Misplaced Perfections

To tell you the truth I never believed in our society, our memory is corrupted to make each other believe that we are all perfect. It’s all a lie, but nobody can see it. It’s hard to get people to understand something so believable but so hard to believe. The blank window glass, so clean. so perfect, but can easily become imperfect. Everyone walked in sync, I could never understand how they could do that. I tried to keep up, but one day they’re going to find out that I’m corrupting their perfect world.