Sometimes I start to rush
and get caught in a loop
of, "I have to get this done,"
but then don't follow through.
It's not because I can't
or because I don't want to,
it's because my fear of imperfection
sticks to me like glue.
So I rush to get things finished.
I rush to get them done.
But my brain gets overwhelmed
when I've only finished one.
And with each mistake I make,
my schedule gets behind
because each and every error
needs corrected when I find it.
So I confine myself with deadlines
'til I can barely move,
constricted by this nonsense
that I've got something to prove.
And when I've been worn wretched,
been pushed until I break,
I hide away my failures
and dwell on my mistakes.
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Ghostwriter
PoesíaLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
