Perfect

practice does not make perfect practice makes permanent it makes perseverance most of all i think it makes perfectionism. as a child you were constantly told by your parents, teachers, friends, family you were “such a perfectionist!” a joke to them but it follows you like your shadow in the summertime you see the scene is set for you and you must be nothing less than perfect. ScienceDirect.com notes it is often accompanied by tendencies to be overly critical of what you see when the mirror is finally cleaned you stand in that mirror lean in and fog up the glass with your breath in the mist it tells you “perfect does not exist” and yes it knows you’ve heard that phrase time and time again but i think it’s time you finally listened hovering over the sink picking at your nose and cheeks bright pink blush in hopes they won’t see but i see you i see your heart you wear it on your sleeve next to the tear stains and colorful paints and pottery clay she knows this but not in the same way i see the scars but under them i know is her a breathing person with a pulse with kind eyes and infectious smile a laugh that fills the room and is contagious like the flu i know she loves me, and i hope she knows i love her too