✒A Broken Poet [Poem Book]

Perfection Is Dead

Perfection is what most strive to achieve, enduring pain as they fold under the weight of Insecurity

Overcome with fear, I stay isolated. Keeping myself out of sight of others. Sleep and writing being the only things keeping my mind in order as I battle with an array of Mental Disorders.

Day after day, my flaws ruin the image of perfection, inner demons confront me daily making it almost impossible to overpower my Anxiety.

Loss of breath, paranoia, shaky hands, and uncontrollable sweat are just a few things I face. I wish i could go somewhere to rid myself of this curse but there is no such place.

As I stand in view of others, a wave of unease swallows me and washes away my confidence, creating a false reality that I know is a trick on my mind but forcefully I still believe.

I may never recover from the attacks on my mental. Constantly bottling up my emotions, scared of the uncertainty of my behavior if it were to pour freely. I doubt help will come from a clinical session so I'm naturally wearing a fake smile as a mask to hide away my Depression.

If perfection is what you seek, give up because what your chasing is non-existent. All we can hope for is to learn to cope with our imperfections and improve for the days ahead.

If you don't take anything else from this, just know...Perfection is Dead.

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