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Gracie Mar 2019
Perfection.
The word loomed over me
i couldn't seem to meet it
i am never good enough
i will never be
good enough
"And thats okay"
they all say
but it never is okat
i MUST
do
better.
You do not strive for greatness
You strive for perfection

But perfect
Isn’t perfect enough

You don’t need a break and are not allowed mistakes
For you are strong enough

Smile
Say goodmorning
No matter the lie

Don’t cry
Sit straight
Don’t yell
No rough music
Be a good girl

For we only want the best for you

•~•

I mustn’t settle for greatness
I must strive for perfection

But don’t stop there
No matter how delusional it sounds

Breaks and mistakes are not tolerated
They think I’m strong enough

Smile
Say goodmorning
No matter the lie

Don’t cry
Sit straight
Don’t yell
No rough music
Be a good girl

Put yourself in the mold your parents made for you
Baylee Kaye Mar 2019
you are the morning song sung by the birds of the air, and the chimes of the gentle beasts of the ground.
you are the bubbling of the stream that winds through the trees, and the mighty white-capped waves of the sea.
you are ethereal forbearance, and you lavish a merciful grace upheld by the truth that you are not entirely perfect.
you are the stars and the rolling thunder, with humble sounds of triumph and whispers.
your love is deeper than all of the oceans, it’s higher than any mountain.
and I’m falling further into your love that won’t leave me on my own.
it’s a love that holds on and will not let go.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Mar 2019
you are the sculpture
sculpted from purity and clay
your edges, gilded and refined
rough spots smoothed away with patience
a loving-kindness molding your temple of modesty
I make my declaration of loyalty
a vow to love your ever changing frame
your body crafted by empires of dirt and grace
life breathed to your lungs by righteousness
what once was stone is now a alive
with color lighting your babe-like skin
you stand with liberation
because paralyzing stone makes you no more
d.c.
Nicholas Mar 2019
Things were never perfect
That's what made it
great

It was good,
made beautiul from the illusion that there wasn't a

glass ceiling to
how much we
could love each other
Musing.
Kiki Shaw Mar 2019
the
sincere
perfection
of
love
and
confidence
Based on a blackout poem from an introduction to Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland.
Empire Mar 2019
I used to know
What I was
I was perfect
As close as I could be
Smart, kind, mature

When I ******* up
I would beat myself
Until I was so sick
Of being me
Because I was perfect

Barely breathing
Over thinking
Not quite healing
From everything I did
To myself

Now, I'm a mess
I'm not perfect
Like I thought I was
I hurt, ache, cry
Deeply, infinitely confused

I've twisted myself
Into a knot of consciousness
And the only one to blame
Is still
Me
I haven't really changed
Em MacKenzie Mar 2019
I want to be a scientist,
maybe a chemist,
so I can dissect every molecule
and atom of your structure
to prove to the world
that perfection and magic
does exist.
Gonna try something new here.
Empire Mar 2019
I take a pill
Every night
Before bed
And it keeps away
The panic
The compulsions
The stress
The perfectionism
The drive
The desire for excellence
The 4.0 student
Everything that was
Killing me
And
Creating me
So, now I have to decide
Is it worth it?
I don't want to feel like that, but now I've lost what made me special...

I either have to return to who I was or move forward as someone else...
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