Imperfectionist
I am a perfectionist
Unfortunately I can’t say
I love my imperfections
My flaws are my downfall
I can’t tell you
I love myself
I see
When in the mirror
A shame
It is never
A day when I’m fine
There is always
Something wrong
I don’t know why it has to be
Me
I can’t control
My feelings
Always invalidated
Never
Amazing
That’s when I realize I’m
A failure
I won’t be
Acceptable
I could be
Normal
But I am not
Wishing life conformity
Tired of
Saying
I’m an imperfectionist
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