Little mistakes makes me overthink
Torturing my mind till I'm drained
I'm overly cautious of errors and flaws
Wanting things to be free from imperfections
I want things to be perfect and pure
Free from stains, devoid of wrongs
I'm meticulous and careful as fuck
Forgetting that I'm human imperfect in nature
One error and my head will ache
When something is flawed my heart is hurt
I strive for perfection to a certain extent
Hurting myself and hated others because of it
I'm a living perfectionist
In a world full of imperfections
Due to this trait I often feel sad
Even hated and felt exhausted of my own mind.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
PoetryA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
