TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

As you may know if you’re a working woman, a mother, and you reasonably care about, not only your family, but your health, image and professional prospects, you’ll be easily blamed of being a perfectionist.

Men that do the same are good professionals and reliable people. If they lost their manners time to time, they’re reasonably angry, but if women do, they’re hysterical and insane.

I know that perfection doesn’t exist, but the only way I know to get near there is by trying hard. And that’s absolutely a female thing.

Because, and please forgive me if I’m wrong, but I think that men don’t try that hard. In fact, as far as I’m concerned I haven’t known a single man that did it.

And it’s not just me. I know a lot of mature, independent, emotionally quite balanced, and attractive women, that are damned to loneliness because they’re too good to be true.

Looks like the worse problem with men is that they’re lazy and they run away fast if they think someone is going to require a supplementary effort to make things going. The good news is that this, like exercising, has a huge reward whether it is a sculptural body or a soul made of silk and steel.

And all that make me think if that tribute to youth is much more a question of being easily flattered for lack of experience, than a question of pure beauty.

Although is not true that gentlemen prefer blondes. And a XS size doesn’t make it easier (I swear). And in spite that there are women that are really bad and manipulative, and good men that still try, I think the rate is not yet fair.

I hope there’re some people out there that deserve, not me or my friends, but the struggle we make everyday for building ourselves as the best us we could possibly be. And I hope that they think that it’s worth trying.

As much as perfection doesn’t exist, I still believe that there must be the one perfect for each other. And that’s because if I didn’t, how the hell could I find someone who I think that may not exist?

The more I try to reach my best,
the more you think
I’m a liar or I fake.

The more I have to give to you,
the more you hide
cause I’m not true.

I thought you were the bravest man.
But you’re not enough
to love me then.

And if I have to chose between
a lonely way
or a loveless breath.

I wouldn’t give up to myself,
although I think
you would try less.

You will go on eating all the pastries,
when you reach the best
sickness won’t let you taste it.

That might be the thing
with men I’ve known.
I was wondering what I did wrong

The answer is I did anything,
must be that men
never try the worth things.

Cause they should have to make an effort,
and they’re afraid
they would be tied for.

As much as I would like to know you
I know you wouldn’t
let me impress you

Cause if I did you wouldn’t give me
the chance to know me
or believe me.

And so that now, I have to leave.
Cause as you think
I might not exist.