This poem is about trying to be how my mother wants me to be. But then.. Its more than that! Please don't judge. ❦
Journey to Perfection:
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Sometimes the world feels like it's stopped spinning—
But I know this is just the beginning.
I've made millions of mistakes,
And I wonder if I have what it takes
To be part of something big.
Yet here I am, just a fragile twig,
Feeling like I'm in decay—
Maybe it's just a bad day.
It's like I'm never good enough,
Trying to be strong, trying to stay tough.
The longer I live, the more I suffer,
As I strive to be a little tougher.
I know it's pathetic,
Or is it just genetic?
Perfection isn't my talent,
And I feel I'm missing a fragment.
Is it joy, or do I need to deploy
The burdens that build up
like a heavy lump?
Do I need saving,
Or is my heart just misbehaving?
God knows I try my best,
Yet all they see is my mess.
I can't live up to their standards,
Climbing ladders, facing slanders.
But when I reach the top,
My world comes to a stop.
I fall, tears long and deep,
Confronting my biggest fears, unable to sleep.
