I Hate Perfectness
I hate perfect girls stuck in their little perfect world Obsessive compulsive
disorders. The one's with the perfect hair, perfect grades, perfect everything and they
can't stop overachieving. They go to perfect colleges and live and marry perfect husbands
who do nothing but give perfection to the tenth degree. It sort of makes me sick to think
of such perfectness, a nature that will most definitely be passed down to their children.
Who will in turn drive themselves crazy trying to reach their parent's expectations. The
controlling ones, the ones who demand perfection and the cycle doesn't break until one
child refuses. Tell them I can't be perfect, I won't overachieve. I will do my best and
you will just have to live with it. So here's to the people who live life beyond the
rules... Just being themselves is enough. Here's for the normal one's who have to get
tutored in math and maybe just maybe they have more depth than just their facade. A
person has to have a flaw no matter how tiny. No one's perfect and I feel everyone can
try to remain hidden behind this jewel but eventually it will crack and shatter your
perfect world leaving you sinking.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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