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Do you know what ***** Not being good at everything. I sat down at the piano To practice for the umpteenth time Millions of thoughts rush through my head: My form ***** I can't hit the right notes My fingers don't want to work together I can barely read the music I will never be able to do this I **** I was born to believe that I needed to be the best At everything I did To please my parents And get the recognition I deserved. The truthful "well done" from my mother. But there came a time where getting A's is all they expected from me So when I would get above and beyond 100 percents I got nothing No well done, no good job. Yet my brother who would narrowly pass his spelling tests Would get commended for his work. Pushing myself harder and harder to be the best Every second of every day Has lead me to be unhappy whenever something isn't to the level I think it should be. I know that perfection is impossible And that you can't be good at everything. But every time I fail It feels like I'm dying a little inside. Frustration. Anger. Depression. I can barely hold it all together. This pressure to be perfect may seem unbearable, But it's my way of life. Without it, I have no idea who I would be.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
The Pressure to be Perfect
Do you know what ***** Not being good at everything. I sat down at the piano To practice for the umpteenth time Millions of thoughts rush through my head: My form ***** I can't hit the right notes My fingers don't want to work together I can barely read the music I will never be able to do this I **** I was born to believe that I needed to be the best At everything I did To please my parents And get the recognition I deserved. The truthful "well done" from my mother. But there came a time where getting A's is all they expected from me So when I would get above and beyond 100 percents I got nothing No well done, no good job. Yet my brother who would narrowly pass his spelling tests Would get commended for his work. Pushing myself harder and harder to be the best Every second of every day Has lead me to be unhappy whenever something isn't to the level I think it should be. I know that perfection is impossible And that you can't be good at everything. But every time I fail It feels like I'm dying a little inside. Frustration. Anger. Depression. I can barely hold it all together. This pressure to be perfect may seem unbearable, But it's my way of life. Without it, I have no idea who I would be.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
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