Poems For Days

Perfection

I'm dying inside

I keep a smile on my face, for whatever reason

I don't know why.

All this pressure,

I have to be perfect,

I can't so much as breathe the wrong way

Everyone else can go on, making mistakes, and be fine

A simple slip and I'm done for.

Can't my pain be seen?

Of malicious words in my head

Knives in my heart.

Yet expectations of me are risen past the bar

I'm not slender, smart, or sweet

Keep pushing me and I never will be.