People are appalled by my tendency to crumble

when superiority and 

wonder graced my features even when I was younger

A perfect soul, a perfect embodiment,

a holy flawless exemplification of an eldest daughter 

in a world of souls filled with eager

desperate hunger.

People have yet to realize that I

am appalled by my own propensity to tumble 

as not even the plunge of scathing water by an elderly individual

Would be able to return me to 

the beautiful naivety of misunderstanding 

what life would truly be like

A marvel like me was bound to stumble, 

as perfection is non-existent in a world filled with such 

struggle.