In my pursuit of perfection, I strive,
At everything, I must thrive.
In studies, sports, and art, I push,
To be the best, in every hush.
As a daughter, a sister, a human too,
I feel this need, so strong, so true.
The pressure to excel, it's all from me,
Haunting my dreams, my reality.
When perfection eludes,it stings,
In nightmares and daydreams, it clings.
Weeks pass, months fly by,
I toil harder, I reach, I try.
Until I can't go on, until I drop,
I push myself, I don't stop.
Rest is a luxury, I can't afford,
In this relentless pursuit, I'm floored.
But amidst this drive, this endless plight,
Will I ever find peace, be truly right?
For in chasing perfection, am I bound,
To always feel unsatisfied, profound?
In this struggle, in this fight,
Between striving and what's right,
I search for balance, for a way,
To be content, at peace, someday.
