PerfectionA Poem by Gabrielle Linch
Perfection.
A powerful, dangerous, terrible word. Something terminal. Something murderous. That's how bad it is. Desired but not reachable. This is the cold hard truth. Perfection is a disease. Denial can only take you so far. The illusion has been shed. Never going to be good enough. Wondering why I'm wasting my time. I stay wrecked and jealous, For this simple reason. That word just wears me out. Wounded generation take refuge. Close your eyes and ease your troubled minds. Because one man's trash Is another man's treasure, Where apathy lies between. © 2014 Gabrielle LinchReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 10, 2014 Last Updated on August 10, 2014 Tags: poems, poetry, perfect, perfection AuthorGabrielle LinchAboutI am an 18 year old whom enjoys the concept, "The pen is mightier than the sword." more..Writing
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