We are perfect

I have the unfortunate talent
of seeing the worst in people,
the truth.
A moment of weakness reveals it,
a lapse in judgement let's loose
the genuine side,
as the victim gives in
and loses the chains of conscious confinement.
Revealing,
that trust depends on relevance
truth is driven by desire,
hope steers ambition,
which drives the brave
but wearies the enlightened.
We are perfect,
until we become victims of consciousness.