I strive for perfection,
Because to be your best is all I know,
But lately I've been slacking,
And my performance shows.
Mentally, I am distant,
In a different world with peace,
Physically, I am crying,
As I watch my motivation cease.
I've always wanted A's,
And to be friendly and nice,
But I've worked so much at perfection,
Did I even live my life?
I could never have a B,
Could never swear,
Could never drink,
And I would never even think about why life was never fair.
Except, that's not entirely true,
For I always chose to hope,
That someday life would finally show,
Just who I truly was.
For once, I wanted my studies,
To prove that I was smart,
But in the end,
I guess I never was.
I was never smart,
Never brilliant,
Never the one who did her best,
Instead, I was a model image for someone named "Wannabe Perfection".
I was never skinny enough,
Never as pretty,
Never as tall,
As everyone else.
In my head,
I felt drab,
Persistent,
And beaten down mush.
I was no longer perfection,
I was slowly just a hush.
A girl who had tried so hard,
Only to be forgotten.
Studies became harder,
As I fought for the surface,
For a way to escape perfection's hold,
Instead, I was sucked farther down into his hole.
Perfection turned to envy,
And envy became black,
A dark, heavy hole,
With no light intact.
What happened to the girl,
Who strived so much for perfection?
Who fought her battles solely,
Without any hesitation?
Why is she defeated?
Without any hope or joy,
As we watch her sink to the bottom,
Like a dead-weighted toy.
There is no light in this darkness now,
Only heavy silence and pain.
No memories to make her laughter sound,
Because perfection is evil and made her drown.
Perfection Made Her Drown 11/1/22 21:50
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