Reflect

PERFECT

I'm surprised I wasn't mad
when I said being "perfect"was not so hard.
But my father was saying
"Wouldn't it be great if you were a lawyer?"
And my mum was all
"Can't you be like your sister?"

My ear was on fire
from having to listen to
Their constant wants and desires.
So it wasn't long before I gave in
And started dancing to the tune of their song.

My life soon became clay
and their hands,
those of the potter.
Bending me as they may.
My individuality and my uniqueness were fast dying.
I was living a borrowed life
A borrowed identity,
void of light.
The darkness was encroaching .
The tunnel, never ending.

My fairy tale was now a recurring nightmare.
My very existence, depressing
because even though
I tried to earn their love,
It looked like" perfect" was never enough.
So I finally told myself "STOP!"

This madness of perfection
is what leads many into depression
A state of hopelessness, denial and self-rejection
Because many are afraid of who they want to be
but I decided that this wasn't going to be the case for me.

The path of self discovery
was rugged and crude
but I emerged triumphant
with one philosophy
That even if I wasn't perfect
for them,
I was perfect for me...