All The Eyes Are on You
My dear,
All the eyes are on you,
Lingering Behind your back,
Looming Like judgmental ghosts,
The pressure is weighing heavy on your shoulders.
There cannot be room for error,
There cannot be room for slips,
Every action scrutinized,
Every little term,
The judgment is always lurking,
It's always poised to be snatched.
Your strive for flawlessness,
And perfection in everything,
But deep down inside,
It is always going to be a never-ending race,
The pressure to be perfect,
To never fall,
To always Have to stand tall,
To never make anyone stall.
But as that pressure mounts up to you,
The fear of the doubt creeps in;
"Are they Right?"
"Have I not reached the perfect height yet?"
"Am I not bright enough to take flight?"
"Am I not alright yet?
"Am I not Enough.?"
The constant barrage of repeated criticism,
Is it just an Illusion repeating in my head?
Until you are left in confusion,
Questioning your every collisional move.
But You have to be a soldier,
On a facade,
Putting on a Face full of an artificial self-esteem,
Having to hide the insecurity and fear that seems within,
But deep down,
You know the deemed truth,
That no matter what you do,
Someone will always extremely judge you.
In the end,
Perfection is a cruel mirage,
And Your blindness will realize,
That You can never be free,
Of the Barrage of Perfectionism,
And All The Eyes Are on You,
"Judging" Your every move,
From Front,
To back.
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100 Notes I'm Afraid To Write.
PoetryAs in the title, 100 notes I'm afraid to write, what's in my head, my gut, and my stomach, Best written in words, Thank you for understanding (if you doXD) This is My First Poem collection with some sad, deep, happy, and relationship problems poems...
