information is shoved through ears,
swirls through the brain
and dries up in the crevesses
preventing personal, metaphorical musings
to rise through the dust.
souls of musings begin to form
but cannot find a body,
so they rot underneath dried
electron configurations.
self is disconnected with self
existence consists of what is the next task
control is high in demand,
as the impossible chase for perfection
brings extreme self critizism.
and the world falls in while
you tell yourself the fix is
controlling yourself more,
just control it,
just be perfect
and you'll be fine.
Author notes
me.
In a list
all it was is emotions.
Comments
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This is a very raw poem, the emotion is very powerful to the reader and I love how I feel what I am reading. Perfection doesn't exist, but it seems that the majority of us chase it without ever reaching our goal. Yet we keep striving even though it's apparent we wont reach it. "control is high in demand, as the impossible chase for perfection brings extreme self critizism." This is my favorite part, most people find that they have to have control over their lives and when they start to feel like control is slipping, they break and start finding and picking at things that they don't like about themselves or try to find ways to "punish" themselves for not being perfect.
I love you sissy. You are perfect in imperfection.
Stay strong, believe in yourself, and love yourself for who you are the way you are. I believe in you and love you for who you are the way you are.
Love,
Grace.♥.
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"Information is shoved through ears, swirls through the brain, and dries up in the crevasses..." love that line! We do have that thought that we can be perfect, don't we? We have to let that lie go...
love you, faith
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Awe-woman that last stanza is classic. The who work is wonderful! "just be perfect
and you'll be fine."
You'll keep writing I hope yes!
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