I set the bar high enough that I can't reach it.
It's never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
If I remind myself.
It hurts less.
That is the lie.
That is the mantra.
If it's not perfect it's useless.
It's all useless.
I'm useless.
That is the lie.
That is the mantra.
It's never true.
I know that.
You know that.
So,
Why?
Why am I crying?
Why does hurt more when you are the one telling the lies?
When the knife is in your hand.
When you want not to care,
But make another broken masterpiece.
When nothing can compare but that doesn't stop you.
I'm asking.
It is perfect but it's not.
Because it is never perfect.
It can never be good enough,
It can never be useful,
It can never compare,
It can never be perfect,
It can NEVER.
That is the new mantra.
It is not a lie.
It will never be perfect for them.
It will never compare to them.
It will never be as useful as theirs.
It will never be good enough for them.
But,
Will it EVER be Perfect for ME?
Has it ever been perfect for you?
I'm asking.
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Yeah.😐
Have a good morning, noon, afternoon, evening, and night 😊
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A collection of poems by a loud mind
Poetrythis is a collection of the thoughts, feelings, rants, and poetry straight from my mind. I'm new to writing poetry so I hope you enjoy.
