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Perfection
February 24, 2022
I have to study
I don’t need friends
I don’t need to feel joy
No matter how alone I feel
Being immaculate is all I have
“What am I other than the best”
I have to practice
I need to be first
I need to be at the top
Never less than flawless
I have to be the image of perfection
“What will happen to me if I am not the best”
I’m running out of time
My whole life is riding on this
I need to make this perfect
I will never be complete
“What's the point of existing if I can’t be the best”
© Grace P., Cannon Falls, Minnesota
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SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Mar. 8 2022 at 5:03 pm
reminds me of my poem lonely. not going to link it, I hate when people do that.
you'll move past that. the 'someday I'll have friends, be normal, be enough, ect' will come sooner than you think. i know because I didn't think it would come until I was an adult, maybe never. but it only took a year or so, and now, for now, I'm content.
you'll move past that. the 'someday I'll have friends, be normal, be enough, ect' will come sooner than you think. i know because I didn't think it would come until I was an adult, maybe never. but it only took a year or so, and now, for now, I'm content.
Perfection can eat away at you like a caterpillar to a leaf.