Holding On

"Perfection pulls on me, dragging me under, begging me to let go" -unknown

"Walk here"

it whispers, calling me forward.

I step closer,

looking at all around me.

Inching step by step.

Unable to stop.

It leads me to the edge.

Unable to please,

the hungering perfection.

Invisable hands,

push hard.

Throwing me over the edge.

Catching onto loose rocks.

The killer steps out.

The body shapes,

feminem figure.

Long, brown shaded hair.

Beautiful face,

twisted in discust.

"Perfection" I whisper.

She comes closer,

enough to see who my

killer is...

me.

Author's Note

Im continuously trying to be perfect and this is just explaining it

Reviews

[Dezzyray]

it's an incredible message behind this! i like it alot

[LoveYourself]

I like this poem a lot! It's got a lot of character built up inside of it..the imagery is very well written. Great job!
~Missy OwO~

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Wow so wonderful, enjoyed this

[Ursula Kay Vos]

a very good expression of that feeling I would say.

[Tree Bark]

this is amazing! i love the imagery and the layout.