Perfection
Perfection,
One without mistakes,
Without regrets.
One without flaws.
I am not sure why it's a surprise
That I am none of these.
I am asked to be understanding, so I am.
But why must it be a one way street?
Why am I constantly being judged
By such a cruel, unattainable word?
Why am I expected
To be completely and flawlessly
Perfect.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2017
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