Unspoken Poetry

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for a really long time I wanted to be perfect

I wanted to be the perfect child, sibling, friend, student

and anything else you could ever possibly think of

I was so unsatisfied with myself and my habits

I sought in so many places to change them

I cared so much about others' opinion of my habits

that it drove me to worse ones

it felt like my life was spinning out of my very control

that my plans for myself were falling out, not in, order

I longed for my character to grow

so I could be the person I needed to be

I thought that when I became that person

when I become satisfied with having a 'friendship' with myself

and no one else

that was when I would be happy about life again