just a bit of poetry i wrote as an angsty teen. Written around the time I had an eating disorder and struggled with perfectionism. Ive come to realise that perfectionism is something I've struggled with for a long time. And more recently I've come to realise that perfectionism is stupid, unattainable and an idiotic dream. Perfectionism simply doesn't exist. Its the imperfections that we love.
nobody understands me
nobody knows whats up
nobody realises that this skeletal body
just isnt enough
everyone thinks im pretty
everyone thinks im kind
everyone thinks im perfect
i guess their just all blind
sometimes i feel elated
sometimes i'm sad
sometimes life can get be down
and sometimes i am glad
im riding on a pedestal
i dont want to look down
high expectations i set myself
lift me off the ground
i may be perfect to others
but im not perfect ot me
im just one of the other numerous girls
who dont want to think, feel or see.
I've never really shared something so personal like this online. Kinda weird. But hey. Its the one poem i've kept written on a scrap of paper all these years.
I've never really shared something so personal like this online. Kinda weird. But hey. Its the one poem i've kept written on a scrap of paper all these years.
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