they don't tell you
until it's too late
how perfectionism
can be flawlessly
self-destructive
it's not fair
because they're the reason
this is instilled in me
it's instinct now
can't fight it
and if it's
not good enough
it's the fault in my hands
and in my mind
and in my soul
a ruthless cycle
of never letting go
chasing a standard
i had once and lost
a failure
a time ago
i hit my peak
and i was miserable then
and i'm even more
miserable now
but even now
i know it's a hallucination
a false image of faded glory
when perhaps i have been alright
all along
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
