Perfect Poem by Courtney Violette

Perfect



I feel this pressure
Everyday to be perfect
My hair
My clothes
Looks, grades, aditude
Everything
I can’t handle it anymore.
I just want to be good enough.
I want to be wanted.
I want to be right.
Will I ever be good enough for you?
Pretty enough, smart enough, nice enough…
I won’t will I?
I’ll never be perfect.
But maybe, just maybe….
Never….

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