Behind my eyes are things watching me judging me for everything I do.
Never good enough the image never right.
Its like looking for perfection through glass
everything's distorted
I need to break free
Perfection has become the enemy
If I be myself
I'll be pushed away
sat on a shelf locked away
but I need to break free
shatter me
its plain as can be
I am not as good as you want me to be
once I break free
I will truly be free
from my false perception
and reality
INSPIRED BY LINDSEY STERLINGS SONG SHATTER ME
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoëzieI think I'm starting a story using poetry dont forget to read My Poems for more poetry by me
