I want you to tell me
about the things that you love
and watch the sparks fly
as your eyes lighten up

Perfectionism
a disease
it eats me up
and makes me bleed
internally my mind is on repeat
"notgoodenoughnotgoodenoughnotgoodenough"
from top to toe to inside my soul
my body aches, I want
to scream, cause
it eats me up
Perfectionism

For some people
Tolerance is a mask
But you can still see the fear
In their eyes

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

Good to have might, good to be bright
But being nice is better yet
For to be nice is always right
A thing you never shall regret

And it is wise to share your heart
To tell the truth, to speak your mind
Be humble, be honest, be smart,
Be brave, but most of all
Be kind