Perfection (a poem)

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Perfection

Perfection is something I could never have

A thing that I will never know

Something so many people have

But never me

Never me

I walk on a tightrope

Thousands of feet above the ground

A thin rope

If it breaks

I will die

Yet some strengthen it

Only to cut it down again

Until it's smaller than before

I am strong

And then I am weak again

It comes

And it goes

So quickly

Perfection

A thing so close

And yet so far

It is so simple

It looks simple

It is simple

Yet it is not

It could never be

Never be

I rise

And fall

I am saved

And dropped again

Plummeting to the ground

But no one notices

They never will

Never will

Perfection

Corrupted by regret

If only

If only

Endless days

Sleepless nights

Stay or go

Stay or go

Perfection

Maybe it runs in my veins

So when the veins are broken

Will it be?

But they would never know

Never know

That I was gone

That I was ever here

I'm just the weak one

I could never

Never

Be anything

Never

Never

Never

Goodbye

I will never come back

Never will

Never will

It won't hurt

As much as the pain I feel inside

That I could never show

Never show

Don't bother to remember me

Tomorrow

I will be forever gone

Forever gone

Forever gone

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