The Heart of A Perfectionist

2: Ridiculously Meticulous

Ridiculously Meticulous

Form: Slam Poetry

So what if I spend hours on minor details?

So what if I try a little bit harder than most?

So what if I want every bit to be perfect?

So what if I stay up ludicrously late most nights?

Just because I am willing to go an extra mile

does not mean that I don’t have fun.

It just means that I relinquish some of my fun

and I am okay with that.

I have a sister who is a dentist

and a brother who is a psychologist.

So now, all eyes are on me,

waiting for me to either make it or break it

and I am okay with that.

Just because I worry and often overthink things

and make almost unfeasible goals for myself,

doesn’t mean that I am always stressed out.

So why do people keep telling me

over and over again,

that I am far too young?

Don’t they understand?

I don’t spend every waking moment

waist-deep in a pool of books and notes.

Because just like everyone else,

I procrastinate and I play games too.

So why do people keep reminding me

over and over again,

that one day I’ll burn out?

It doesn’t take a whole lot of intelligence

to figure out where my drive is from.

So why am I constantly labeled as a geek, a nerd, a dork?

But, you know what?

I’m okay with that.

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Hi guys :)

Ridiculously Meticulous has to be the most personal poem that I've written in my entire life. It was extremely hard for me to perform it in front of my classmates and to post it up here, but I convinced myself to do it anyway. It revolves around the frustrations that I face on a daily basis during the school year as I always get told that I study too much (not sure how this is possible but yeah) and that I try too hard. It gets really annoying, but i'm learning to deal with it. 

P.S. This is dedicated to @sinkships for making the amazing cover for me =)