Striving For Perfection

Small achievements as a child Induced dreams that were wild Anything possible, the world was my oyster As long as I didn’t blow it Keeping up with all of the demands that perfection fosters Not for anyone else, only to give up on myself Long years raced by and my craft was honed Discipline and unwavering expectations Fabricated into my life all the way down to my bones Constant diligence to doing the right thing Always the apt pupil, producing results Never letting my heart fly or sing Carefully hiding all of my faults Didn’t stop after school This sort of constricted life had become the rule Miraculously the backdrop and props held up Beautiful restriction of self awareness I did what others expected in order to keep it up Not knowing inside that parts of me were restless Later, the mold started to crack and shake My mind was bending and starting to break Harder to hide behind, the person I had created became ill Was I sick too, or just my façade? Each action was questioned with each additional pill Turned inside out, every thought seemed foreign and odd I watched from inside as I fell apart Aware eventually that my life was a lie Massive amounts of unachievable dreams, like cast away toys False sense of achievement, trying to reach the sky I will never be perfect Why didn’t I tell myself sooner?