Perfection.
The word loomed over me
i couldn't seem to meet it
i am never good enough
i will never be
good enough
"And thats okay"
they all say
but it never is okat
i MUST
do
better.

There’s toxic in the air
You can hear the footsteps
They are always lurking
For their next pray
Pulling you in
Then
Pulling you out.
Pushing you down
Pulling themselves up
Until you finally say
No