I can't breath. tension,
Anger, pain
Coursing through my veins.
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection spoken in my
Ear. Be smarter, be
Nicer, be thiner, be
Happier, be
Perfect. There is no
Room for mistakes. No
Tolerance for flaws.
Nothing. A glass frame
Sharply cut sitting
Perfectly straight on a
Clean wall. No room
For differences. No
Tolerance for change.
Must I always be
A blameless saint?
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection clouding up
My never perfect
Mind. No room
For quality. No
Tolerance for myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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