Everyone expects me to be perfect. I try my best to be.
But I mess up sometimes
And it's not okay.
I want to do the best I can.
I climb up, only to be pushed down
No one understands.
My goals in life, require perfection
One mess up could mean game over
So I push and try.
I fight.
But I fail.
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Brain Flow
PoetryThe brain can be a very scattered thing. Thoughts racing. No train of thought. Our words are often lost in the vastness of this world. Half of our thoughts vanish in an instance. Which is why it is crucial to write thoughts down as they happen. I us...
