Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone who ever felt imperfect...)

Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone who ever felt imperfect...)

A Poem by Alessa Hawthorne
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"Why do we always strive for perfection?" is the thought that ran through my head as I wrote this poem. We've all associated perfection with beauty at one point, but why? Why is perfect so deadly?

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Wanting to be perfect is so hard,
When only one person can ever be -

Perfect feels so goddamn unachievable,
When those seemingly flawless girls laughing in the hallway,
at us look so -

Perfect is a terrifying destination,
When the only route to it is near deadly,
and makes us feel so un -

Perfect is our ninth last drink,
Shallow and bittersweet,
Consumed to take away all of the tragic feelings that came before -

Perfection.

Perfection is killing ourselves,
Trying to become skinny so that at our open casket funerals,
All of the boys want to f**k us.

Perfection is the unattainable image,
That we all want to be but will never allow ourselves to be.

Perfection is the goal we all set,
When we all fight our true selves till we are nothing but rotting flesh and decomposing bone.

Till we're nothing but a ideology,
Passed down to the future generations of unsuspecting girls,
Who won't ever again remember what came before the thoughts of perfection till it's too late.

Perfection is deadly.

© 2014 Alessa Hawthorne


Author's Note

Alessa Hawthorne
I am addressing society's perception of Perfection= Beauty. I am not saying that treating yourself well or trying to the best you can be is wrong, just that striving to ALWAYS be better than you ever can be and putting yourself down in order to achieve that isn't right. I think that Imperfection IS Perfection and that in our generation the belief that you can't be a size 13 and be considered beautiful is ridiculous. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my rambling of a poem... Keep in mind that it is freestyle so any rules or rhyming patterns are unintentional so ignore them.

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I'm reminded of the words of James Dean "Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse". Yes we need to be reaching for something more than that. Enjoyed. ( : O )

Posted 9 Years Ago


Alessa Hawthorne

9 Years Ago

I'm glad that you enjoyed it! I agree that quote does exemplify that need to reach for something mor.. read more
I think perfection is unattainable. Even those who might seem so, will look in the mirror when alone and find a flaw.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Alessa Hawthorne

9 Years Ago

Hey Beccy! I completely agree. I think that with "perfection" no one can ever be perfect which is wh.. read more
The message is loud and clear in these few words that you've shared here. I am more intrigued by the assertion that our existence is in our minds.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Alessa Hawthorne

9 Years Ago

I'm glad you picked up on that! I would spend the next twenty minutes trying to explain the sentimen.. read more
Well done! This is such an intense topic. I think that all of us want to be perfect since we were made with that in mind. You have some serious and interesting thoughts here. I like how much you have put into this topic.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Alessa Hawthorne

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I made this piece hoping that the reader would take away some sort of questioning as to w.. read more
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9 Years Ago

I look forward to reading more.

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Added on July 16, 2014
Last Updated on August 22, 2014
Tags: Insecurities, Perfection, Inner Monologues, Poetry, Freestyle

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Alessa Hawthorne
Alessa Hawthorne

Kingston, Ontario, Canada



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I am a lonely, lonely author, in a lonely, lonely house, in a lonely, lonely library, with a lonely, lonely pile of unfinished writing... I primarily write fiction and freeform poetry, but sometime.. more..

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