I look myself in the mirror
Recognizing my every error.
The constant pressure
To reach pleasure
The satisfaction of hearing ‘I’m proud’
I'm cowed.
As I’ve grown older
I’ve become bolder.
The wonders of acceptance
Are now resistant.
All the overthinking
All the overachieving
Is slowly sinking.
My testimony shows
All my knows.
The knows of trying
The knows of crying
The fear of dying
In the qualifying
Of being accepted.
I’ve been deceived
By what I’ve achieved.
I now know where I belong,
All the people I walk among
Their silent voices are wrong.
I am enough
I am tough
I am enough.
A grief for the traditional ugliness we find in the season
To welcome the trees flaunting over again
Prompted to open our eyes to the life blooming
A free vivacious tune plays as the colors mimic a subtle happiness
Such an overachieving contentment spring hides
An overachieving college student
with lofty ambitions.
Her education is finally over,
a completion of a complicated puzzle.
A summa cum laude graduate
with two doctorate degrees under her belt.
The sky's the limit, yet she struggles
to decide which fork in the road to take
She stands with her arms akimbo
on the cusp of destiny.
As her eyes search the infinte stars
in the sky, she's wondering "Now what?"
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and posted: 09/20/2019
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.
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