Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone who ever felt imperfect...)A Poem by Alessa Hawthorne"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?
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 HawthorneAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 16, 2014 Last Updated on August 22, 2014 Tags: Insecurities, Perfection, Inner Monologues, Poetry, Freestyle AuthorAlessa HawthorneKingston, Ontario, CanadaAboutI 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..Writing
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