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The demons are cackling My self confidence is crackling Weighing down my heart. My disobedience they mock, These imperfections are a shock. As they shatter me apart. Trying so hard to excel, to be dropped in a well What is any of this for? To wallow in error, Reignites the horrible terror. Really, you should accomplish more. They whisper negativity, Prey on my insecurities, Diminish my abilities, A never ending cycle of not being good enough. Not measuring up. Perpetual exhaustion. Perpetual dissatisfaction. Perpetual degradation. To fight this fight To win this war I must stay strong. Let the positivity roar.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Never Quite Enough
The demons are cackling My self confidence is crackling Weighing down my heart. My disobedience they mock, These imperfections are a shock. As they shatter me apart. Trying so hard to excel, to be dropped in a well What is any of this for? To wallow in error, Reignites the horrible terror. Really, you should accomplish more. They whisper negativity, Prey on my insecurities, Diminish my abilities, A never ending cycle of not being good enough. Not measuring up. Perpetual exhaustion. Perpetual dissatisfaction. Perpetual degradation. To fight this fight To win this war I must stay strong. Let the positivity roar.
#depression#perfectionism
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
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