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I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
Wish I didn't care
I know their beauty's not my lack
But it feels like that weight is on my back
And I can't let it go
Co-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me
I'm so sick of myself, I'd rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else, but jealousy, jealousy
Started followin' me
Started followin' me
And I see everyone gettin' all the things I want
I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not
Just cool vintage clothes and vacation photos
I can't stand it, oh God, I sound crazy
Their win is not my loss
I know it's true, but I can't help getting caught
Up in it all
Co-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me
I'm so sick of myself, rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else, but jealousy, jealousy
Yeah
All your friends are so cool, you go out every night
In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life
Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too
I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you
All I see is what I should be
Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy
All I see is what I should be
I'm losin' it, all I get's jealousy, jealousy
Co-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me
And I'm so sick of myself, rather be, rather be (oh, oh)
Anyone, anyone else (anyone else), jealousy, jealousy
Oh, I'm so sick of myself, I'd rather be, rather be (oh)
Anyone, anyone else, jealousy, jealousy
Started followin' me

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In "Jealousy, Jealousy", it tells us that she isn't perfect and she sees everyone getting a better life than her. So she compares herself to others and her jealousy goes deeper. She can't stand to see people have it better than her. She wants to be like everyone else, but it won't happen.

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Little do you know
How I'm breakin' while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm tryin' to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time

Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you, but forgettin' is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time

I'll wait, I'll wait
I love you like you've never felt the pain
I'll wait
I promise you don't have to be afraid
I'll wait
Love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me

Little do you know
I know you're hurt while I'm sound asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are slowly drownin' me
Little do you know
I'm tryin' to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know I
I love you 'til the sun dies

Oh wait, just wait
I love you like I've never felt the pain
Just wait
I love you like I've never been afraid
Just wait
Our love is here, and here to stay
So lay your head on me

I'll wait (I'll wait), I'll wait (I'll wait)
I love you like you've never felt the pain
I'll wait (I'll wait)
I promise you don't have to be afraid
I'll wait
Love is here, and here to stay
So lay your head on me

Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me
'Cause little do you know I
I love you 'til the sun dies

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People may seem that they have their life together, but they actually might struggle with their life, even if you don't see it. They are still trying to grasp the life still in them. Their imperfection are making them lose their meaning of life.

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This world was built on a foundation of perfection
No weight lies upon our shoulders
Each person needs no other to survive
No others need to be added to this perfect world
For perfection is perfect

But the storm rips us apart
I huddle by myself
Covering my eyes to make it not true
The pieces of the world cut through the air
Not just the air, but my flesh, my soul
The others cower alone as well
We all hide our sobs
And muffle our cries of pain
For Perfection is not weak

The storm moves on
And the world is now dull gray
The wounded tend to themselves
And the children cry alone
We do not reach for the pieces we have lost
But instead begin to build a new world
For Perfection knows no past

This new world is perfect
Each person takes care of only their needs
Nothing can be added or lost to make it less perfect
But the perfection weighs upon my shoulders
And slices into me like glass
It hurts so much I cry
But no help is given when I reach out
For Perfection does not care

Doors close
Windows slam shut
The people scatter as they hear my rage
They do not want to talk of or hear about the terrible past
The future is what matters, they say
For Perfection does not know pain

But I find another who shows pain
The other and I, we search for the pieces of the lost world
The other and I, we lay them out
But the pieces do not fit
What has been ripped apart cannot be fixed
For Perfection is not in the pieces

The other and I, we show the pieces
To the citizens of the new perfect world
The past stands before them
Some faces are masked
Some are in tears
Worse are the cries of anguish
But each person does not acknowledge any other's pain
For Perfection is self-sufficient

The other and I now realize what Perfection is
It is covering what's inside
And pretending emotions do not exist
It is showing your faults to no one
And not caring for another
It is thinking only of the pain you are in
And being swallowed by your own misery
So much that you forget that you can heal another's pain
Just as they can heal your own
For Perfection is a mask for those too selfish and weak to show the pain inside
For Perfection is forgetting there are others like yourself
For Perfections is not knowing
That Perfection is not real

The other and I, we stop putting together the pieces
The other and I, we leave that perfect world
The other and I, we begin to make a new world
Full of imperfections
The other and I, we do not hide our pain
We show it to our imperfect world
And because it is shown
It drifts towards the heavens
And because the other and I, we show our imperfection
The imperfections fill our world
And the other and I, we begin to mend
For imperfection is healing

They all begin to see
The happiness that is brought to the other and I
The other and I, we teach them
How to show their pain
To display their imperfections
To heal the wounds inside
For imperfection makes our world beautiful

When new pain is found
We display it to the world
We help others as they help us
We are dependent on each other
Losing a person fills us with sorrow
A person being added fills us with joy
For imperfection connects us all

To say our world is perfect is far from true
Perfection and imperfection should never be compared
Pain is in our world, but there is also happiness
Loss, but also gain
Every pain we feel is matched with joy for something else
For imperfection means to have emotion
For imperfection means to live

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Sixteen-year-old Bri wants to be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Or at least win her first battle. But it's hard to get your come home up when you're labeled a hoodlum at school and your fridge at home is empty after your mom loses her job. So Bri pours her anger and frustration into her first song, which goes viral . . . for all the wrong reasons.
Bri soon finds herself at the center of the controversy, portrayed by the media  as more menace that MC. But with an eviction notice staring her family down, Bri doesn't just want to make it - she has to.
Insightful, unflinching, and full of heart, On the Come Up is an ode to hip-hop from one of the most influential literary voices of a generation.

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“Unarmed and dangerous, but America, you made us, only time we famous is when we die and you blame us.”
― Angie Thomas, On the Come Up

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“What the hell? I swear, this shit is like quicksand—the harder we try to get out, the harder it is to get out.”
― Angie Thomas, On the Come Up

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“We can't have any power, either. I mean, think about it. All these people I've never met have way more control over my life than I've ever had. If some Crown hadn't killed my dad, he'd be a big rap star and money wouldn't be an issue. If some drug dealer hadn't sold my mom her first hit, she could've gotten her degree already and would have a good job. If that cop hadn't murdered that boy, people wouldn't have rioted, the daycare wouldn't have burned down, and the church wouldn't have let Jay go.

All these folks I've never met became gods over my life. Now I gotta take the power back.”
― Angie Thomas, On the Come Up

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How do all these quotes relate to our topic? 

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How do all these quotes relate to our topic? 

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They relate to our topic by showing us that even if your not the same as everyone else, you are still going to be treated like you're a curse to others and your simply just a ghost. But if something happens to you, suddenly, your the one being talked about, but after a while, you start to fade away. This tells us that sameness doesn't happen to everyone and people are treated like an unwanted animal.

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Tebogo Keabetswe Mogorosi August 2012 Perfection

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Tebogo Keabetswe Mogorosi August 2012 Perfection

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It is believed to exist;
It is often what we as people strive for;
Something for which we are prepared to persist.
Perfection is a drug, perfection is a demon;
Perfection is what often makes us forget that we are human;
By virtue of expectation,
We engulf one another in clouds of smoke;
Creating a screen for ourselves,
Causing one another to choke;
We make it a burden for others;
Make their lives unbearable,
Yet we ourselves never want to bear this yoke.

Perfection as an ideal isn’t bad,
It has brought man to, and through,
Millennia where men believe in themselves.
Man, as a creature, will never fly,
But we have inventions that bring us perfectly close.
We’ve created environments that allow us to do things at lightning speed;
We’ve more or less streamlined our every need.

But that’s what we don’t get!
Perfection, however lovely, will forever be an ideal;
We all need to understand that it isn’t real;
Like most things on earth, perfection is relative.
I’m not , for one moment, suggesting that we stop being competitive!
No, not at all!
All I suggest is that we stop burdening one another;
Be it you friend, wife, husband, father, mother, sister or brother.
The societal norm of giving each other 10 crosses at a time,
With no apparent reason, is only going to cause the issue to deepen;
Propagate itself, as we bid humanity adieu.
Do not expect what you cannot give,
That, for me, is the better way to live;
And if you can give something to others,
Try and not expect it back always.
For we are all human,
And can only dream of perfection in any case.......

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Am I Good Enough?

© Ken

Published: November 2013

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Sometimes I feel unimaginable pain.
It's always in my mind, within my brain.
It dwells inside all of my heart
And inside my veins.

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No one listens to my voice.
No one wants to hear me,
So now I tell them to save their breath
And just leave me be.

People don't care.
All they want
Is me out of their face.

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You lie about my respect.
You lie about me being loved.
All I am to you
Is something to be shoved.

Always put aside
With sadness, anger, and hate in my eyes.
Please let me be good enough
And stop telling me these lies.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/am-i-good-enough

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In this poem, what the poet is saying is that the pain you feel is never shared with others and that no one can feel the same pain you have been through. You are invisible to others and you are unwanted by everyone. You don't want to be lied by everyone and you wish you were told with the truth.

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Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices
They're inside my head
Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close
And don't patronize me
Don't patronize me

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Bon Iver - Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time

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Bon Iver performing a medley of Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time originally by Bonnie Raitt.

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In the Giver, Jonas, our main character finds himself in this world where everything is the same and there are no mistakes. Then, when he becomes the next Receiver Of Memory, he finds out the world he lives in isn't as perfect as he thinks it is. He learns all the secrets of the community he is in, and in the middle of it, he finds out that he has been naïve all this time. His community and his parents don't understand the pain he is going through. Suddenly, the world isn't as perfect as he thoughts and the Sameness isn't worth the price he is in.

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“Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back. We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with a difference. We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.”

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"'But why can’t everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn’t have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part.'"

"The Giver sighed. 'You’re right,' he said. 'But then everyone would be burdened and pained. They don’t want that. And that’s the real reason The Receiver is so vital to them, and so honored. They selected me - and you - to lift that burden from themselves.'”

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“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

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Is sameness and perfection worth sacrificing choice?

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Is sameness and perfection worth sacrificing choice?

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'Cause I can't make you love me
If you don't
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't
Here in the dark
In these final hours
I will lay down my heart
If I feel the power, but you don't
No, you don't

'Cause I can't make you love me
If you don't
If you dont
No, you won't

I'll close my eyes,
Then I won't see
The love you don't feel
When you're holding me.

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Perfection is a addiction to people and when find it, we often forget the whole world. Perfection can be a mask to us because if we find it, we are stuck on it. The perfection we want to find is a burden to mankind and we can only dream about perfectness.

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When we feel we are at our weakest, we tend to hide our feeling with perfection. But with perfection, we are always alone and cry alone. Perfection makes emotions and hides our true feelings even to ourselves. Imperfection can fill us with life.

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Morning will come,
And I'll do what's right
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.

And I will give up this fight.

'Cause I can't make you love me
If you don't
I can't make your heart feel
Something it won't
Here in the dark
In these final hours
I will lay down my heart
If I feel the power, but you don't
No, you don't

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I can't make you love me if you don't
If you don't
No you, no you won't

I found love, darling
I found love, darling
I found love, darling, yeah, baby darling
I found love, darling, yeah
I found love, darling, darling, darling
Love in the knick of time

I found love, darling, yeah
Love in the knick of time

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Basically what the song says is that the lies that are told should be stopped. The power that you feel are felt by others and if you can't love me then he isn't loved by anyone.
But then he found love by someone else.

This song corresponds with The Giver by showing us that when Jonas finds out the lies and the secrets of the community, things that are kept hidden form others.