The Perfectionist

Constantly striving for perfection
I end my day by looking in the mirror
Only to find gray hairs and stress bumps
Belly fat, and smokey lungs
A head full of thoughts & emotions
I simply cannot find the will to control
As i search for this perfection
I feel like i am the most flawed individual
I could ever find

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well my eyes are fucked up and blurry
From seeing so much ugliness
From biting the bullet, and having to shut my lids
When things got to be...too much
Now i walk around like a giant blob
Just trying to find something to latch on to
Something solid, something stable, something REAL

But how can one achieve this reality
In a world so cold and artificial?

Constantly striving for perfection
not the kind that you find in magazines
or music videos
just something spectacular
way outside the "norm"
i feel i will never, ever achieve my goals
i'll just be stomped on by the hustle n' bustle
of people rushing off with their cheap suits
and briefcases

Reviews

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... ah ... that's beautifully written ... being a perfectionist is indeed very exacting ... and ... unfortunately ... those who are not perfectionists often view one with strange eyes ... yet this verse has a quiet resilience ... the resilience of someone who wouldn't give up ... and hence despite these lines ... and the darkness in them ...

i feel i will never, ever achieve my goals
i'll just be stomped on by the hustle n' bustle
of people rushing off with their cheap suits
and briefcases

... i think that the narrator seems to be someone who is so aware of the obstacles and so conscious of their potential impact ... that conquering them ... and being able to triumph over them is very possible ... a very insightful and thought-provoking poem that does complete justice to the title ... 100/100 ...