I hate perfection
I hate its debilitating clutch
As its voice criticizes and demands in my head
Its hands crushing my soul
Mercilessly
And I’m sick of it pushing past
Cleverly wriggling its way into everything I ever do
Anything I ever create
Because its not good enough
‘Your not good enough’
It speaks
Driving needles into my heart
Poisoning me with its venom
Possessing me
Manipulating me
Until my voice succumbs to perfections wrath
Giving in
Giving up
Because why bother trying
If your not good enough?