The only time I'm not stressed
Is when I've worked myself past the point of breaking

Being too tired to feel is my comfort zone
I feel so at home in running around
I don't rest while I sleep
Instead to-do lists and unfinished problems are scripted into my dreams
Using the backs of my eyelids as a whiteboard for tomorrow's tasks

I can't tell if this constant state of movement is Newton's Law
Or a feable attempt to be enough--for no one but myself

I second guess each right answer, every step forward
My thoughts get a racetrack in lieu of a bed

I know this isn't normal
So imagine what I'd do to be in the moment I'm living
Instead of the somewhere else I always am

If you wanna know me,
Spend time with me don't judge me,
We all make mistakes,
But our mistakes doesn't define us,
It just shows we are humans,
If we don't **** up we can't learn,
Never think ******* up means you're a **** up,
There's no such thing as a perfect person.

Perfection doesn't exist,
Trying to be perfect will **** you faster,
If they don't accept you for you that's on them,
You are special the way god made you,
Don't allow nobody to change you,
You're unique in your own way.

I saw some things in myself I didn't like,
I then decided to change my ways,
Nobody made me change,
I made the changes within myself,
If you don't like what you seeing,
Change what you see within yourself.

i want to rip off my own skin

piece by piece

and stitch it back together

so that it matches hers


i want to carve my cries

into each and every bone

filing away at myself

until I fit her frame


i want to cut and cut and cut

slashing down to my core

until there is only enough fat

to mold myself into her shape


i want to scrape off my

STUPID

*******

FACE

erasing every feature

until my very essence has disappeared

and i

LOOK

LIKE

HER


her

the ever changing image of beauty

the elusive illusion of perfection


the woman we all strive to be

the woman

the image

the ideal

the ideal that not even she herself can attain

i walked the shores
of Agenon
for thirty years and more

it was not there

lived a long life
of hardship
on the slave ships of Stife

it was for naught

fell in love a
hundred times
never forgot one

i weep at the loss

sat on a mountain
wind blowing
through me

it was pleasant

perfection is a quest of fools

-
Why do you chase perfection?
"Because I fear rejection"
So you'd lose yourself
Just for attention
From people who don't really matter?
-
There is no such thing as perfection
She might not be perfect to you
But she's perfect to me
Because you saw her flaws
And figured she's not worth the call
I saw her flaws
And that's when her beauty started to show
-
Love your imperfections
You don't need everyone's acceptance
Trying to be something you're not
Is too much maintenance
Rather be yourself
Then the right people will accept you
Flaws and all
-
Lowkie®