Last Place

Perfection is the finish line but I can't win the race.

My feet can only take me so far.

I always get last place.

My grades, my face, my GPA

No matter what anyone may say

It

 all 

matters.

I push and I push and I push 

I'm out in the first lap.

But perfection is the only answer.

There is no turning back.

Past the point of no return.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

whose the fairest of them all?"

The mirror stared me in the eyes 

warned me the risks 

to win the prize.

Prepare for the fall.

So I did whatever it took 

to get me in first place.

Impulse was my drive.

Destruction was my fate. 

"Mirror, I've done it. Now whose the fairest in the land?"

The mirror looked me up and down 

and said

"Sweetie no one told you?

You're only human."

Author's Note

Hey everyone! Not sure how I feel about this one yet, so PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW! It would be greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[kylie]

Yes this definitely sent me back to my school days. You know where you obviously are winning? Clearly within your writing. I am noticing a theme of perfection here in your work. It's an obsession I too had. The best way to face the monster is to write about it, keep up the good work.

[Nessie_AJ]

Thank you so much! This means a lot!

[Eliza K.]

I really like this poem, it reminded me of my own high school days. Well done, I especially like the last line.

[Nessie_AJ]

thank you so much!