What Is Ideal?

I am real. 
I exist.
Air in my lungs, inhale exhale
I am real.
Thousands of voices scream
Ideal
Cold hands reach out and to take hold
Pulling me this way
Dragging me that way
Ideal
I am not ideal.
I am real.
Perfection is not my aim
The voices scream louder
Their message penetrates
I am not ideal.
Wait
I am confused
I am lost
I struggle
I am not ideal.
Can I be ideal
When all I am is real?