My Poetry

When Sadness Causes Joy

"When Sadness Causes Joy"

Perfection

Is what I strive for

There is no exception

Without this I will hit the floor

I know what being a true artist means

Mistakes are bound to be made

You will break at the seams

And you will never be the same

But what if

I strive to be different

In my own perfect way

Because I, am not the same

I want to create something beautiful

But how can I,

When I have no soul,

And want to die?

That is not beautiful

Why is that idolized?

How can I make people happy

While I'm still wearing a disguise?

Do I even want to die?

It is too permanent

Is this all a lie?

I'm not good at commitment

What do I really strive for?

What is this all about?

Do I really want to be perfect,

Or do I just find every reason to pout?