Kaila George (20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

I know what I am
A perfectionist

I maul over this
I maul over that
Thinking is this perfect
Or is that right
Everything must be in its right place

If a table is crocked
Well to me anyway
Ill straighten up everyday

If my clothes don't match
I walk in horror and shame
Thinking did I really wear that

If I paint on a isle
And people they say
It looks wonderful
No more should you paint

I look at them strange
Are you mad cant you see?
There's an unbalance
That needs to be fixed

Even in poetry
It takes me awhile
To read what I write everyday

If not ok in my eyes
Ill look for the right words
The right rhythms
Embellishing words as we speak

Shaking my head
Blushing just a bit
Yes I am a perfectionist