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I have an infection I can't tolerate imperfection. I've lived with it for so long, But now I'm caught up in its throng In elementary, I cried when I got a B In high school I took control, And now I'm paying its toll. Worrying, studying, crying, As I feel the inside of me dying Concerned about that extra mark I ruminate on one percent in the dark My self worth is tied to each grade, 97.5% and I am dismayed This feeling's not right Towards myself I feel spite, I need to learn to be free To reduce this anxiety My thought patterns need to rearrange With hard work and time I have no choice but to change
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
The Last Percent
I have an infection I can't tolerate imperfection. I've lived with it for so long, But now I'm caught up in its throng In elementary, I cried when I got a B In high school I took control, And now I'm paying its toll. Worrying, studying, crying, As I feel the inside of me dying Concerned about that extra mark I ruminate on one percent in the dark My self worth is tied to each grade, 97.5% and I am dismayed This feeling's not right Towards myself I feel spite, I need to learn to be free To reduce this anxiety My thought patterns need to rearrange With hard work and time I have no choice but to change
#anxiety#expectations#spite#perfectionism
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
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