The Price of Being PerfectA Poem by AliciaBOne of the most honest things I have ever written.People say I’m perfect And in ways, it’s rather true - Don’t get me wrong, I’m human, But I’m good at what I do.
I’m “sweet” and “empathetic”, Kind of weird and kind of cool. I’m pretty good at running And a total boss in school.
I’m “dedicated”, “super smart” - My intellect’s my pride. But nobody can ever see The agony inside.
I’m like an executioner Who’s trapped in my own head. My own sadistic torturer; Won’t stop until I’m dead.
You think this life is rosy - Well, you’re in for a surprise. Just take a look and see the truth Behind my jaded eyes.
The price of being perfect Is a pointy little “A” Like an arrow stuck inside you That will fester and decay.
You’re used to those 100s, Can’t forgive your own mistakes. You’ve got a “glowing” transcript And a streak you cannot break.
You have a reputation That you always must maintain; The only part they see of you Is your astounding brain.
You’re under constant pressure, And the source of it is you. You know you can be excellent By doing what you do.
So stay awake ‘til two AM And study hard, and stress. Those A’s don’t come from nowhere - It takes grit to be the best.
Your classmates talk about you - “Flawless every single way.” But they don’t see you struggling To not pass out all day.
They say that you are perfect And it’s nice, but still you know That words can mask true meaning, Hide how deep resentment flows.
You rock a presentation And they praise you and applaud. But ‘neath the smiling faces They are thirsting for your blood.
Your siblings want to be you And you suffer from their pain. Can’t they tell, this daily hell Is driving you insane?
They all compare themselves to you And leave with heavy hearts, And while they speak of their self-hate Your own is ripped apart.
You cannot share accomplishments, The grades you get on tests, ‘Cause everybody envies you And hates that you’re the best.
When someone else outshines you, You remind yourself you’re smart, But wicked knives of jealousy Still lodge within your heart.
What kind of monster are you That you view your friends this way? If they’re the best, you hate them, But if you are, it’s okay.
You’re life’s a constant battle - Always have to be the best. Don’t you dare “ease up a bit”; You have no time to rest.
You carry ‘round the weight of worlds And strain your arms and back; But that could never match the hurt That stains your conscience black.
If I wrote this on the walls And signed it with my name, Would all you who know me Ever look at me the same?
I know I’m not perfect; It’s too late to make amends. By my and others’ judgment I’ve already been condemned.
Try to live like I do And you’re gonna wind up dead, ‘Cause the price of being perfect Is a bullet to your head. © 2016 AliciaBAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on March 13, 2016 Last Updated on March 13, 2016 AuthorAliciaBAboutI love running, drawing, reading, and writing (obviously). I am an absolute nerd and a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit. I am Roman Catholic, I have three younger sisters, and I am reall.. more..Writing
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