Poems of A mentally ill person

A Perfect voice

Perfection.
Something that doesn't exist yet we still listen to it's whisper. We believe in a life that never lived,
In that brings failure. Perfection is just a mere lie
Tempting you with it's sweet lavender voice.
It Controls your emotions and your actions.
As you hear it's lies it may sound loving, relaxing, even trustworthy
but I can assure you it is not.
Perfection will destroy you. It will take over your life and your thoughts, pushing everyone away to focus on being
"the best"
To the point where your own reflection is no longer yours to claim.