school
always begged me
to strive for things
that were
unattainable
PERFECT GRADES.
PERFECT RECORD.
PERFECT REPUTATION.
PERFECT LIFE.
PERFECTion
PERFECTion
PERFECTion.
i was hungry for it.
but you
chained me to the ground
reach for the stars
they tell me
i raise my arms
they flail relentlessly
in an attempt to grasp
luminous spheres of plasma
a million miles away
~ perfection // insmniac
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men don't cry [Poetry]
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