You don't understand.
I've been taught to be perfect,
Not a flaw in the face,
Not a minus in a grade.
But I'm not perfect.
And the self-loathing sets in.
And the panic scratches at my skin.
People think I overachieve,
And inside I think I've started to scream.
It's NEVER good enough.
There's no way to satisfy this pain,
But I'll never stop trying to erase this stain.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
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