There was a girl
Who loved drawing circles
For some strange reason
It made her feel whole
She loved how they were rounded
No sharp edges that would hurt
And how they are always proportionate
None completely different from another
So she drew them all over her room
As the idea of perfection continued to loom
Until her compass broke
Making her lose her bearings
She tries to draw circles on her own
Scared to complete them
She knows they're not perfect
So she stopped doing what she loved
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
There was a girl
Who loved drawing circles
For some strange reason
It made her feel whole
She loved how they were rounded
No sharp edges that would hurt
And how they are always proportionate
None completely different from another
So she drew them all over her room
As the idea of perfection continued to loom
Until her compass broke
Making her lose her bearings
She tries to draw circles on her own
Scared to complete them
She knows they're not perfect
So she stopped doing what she loved
This poem is about how people are scared to make mistakes and tend to give up on something of they have to do it on their own when they've had it easy.