Perfect

It’s hard, you know?
Trying to be perfect for you.
Trying to keep up with anything and everything you throw at me.
I never know what’s coming.
It’s hard.
Trying to keep up with this image you expect me to have, this image you expect me show everyone.
I feel like I’m lying to you.
I feel like I’m lying to everyone.
It’s so hard.
To not be allowed to complain to you about the small things.
To not have a normal relationship with you, like all you expect me to do is be happy and do what you want.
It’s too hard.
Lying to you.
Lying to everyone.
This isn’t me.
This isn’t the me I want to be.
But you’re turning me into her, the her I don’t want to be.
But I can’t complain to you.
I can’t ask why.
That’s a sign of weakness, and in this house that isn’t tolerated.
We keep our mouths shut and keep our problems to ourselves.
We bottle everything up, keep everything inside.
But that isn’t healthy, is it?
But that doesn’t matter to you.
Everything has to be perfect.

Reviews

[Corset]

it's exhausting, fall down, sit there, mess up your hair, let the drool dribble from your chin, scream as hard as you can, get up, walk away into the sunset of you.

[Laz K.]

Where's the line between "This is helping me get better" and "This is abuse"? I don't know. We should be accepting, surely, but we shoud also grow and become better versions of ourselves. That's what this poem made me think. The feeling comes across very clearly, btw, I'm sure a lot of people can relate.

[Papaya]

That's a lot of pressure no one needs and I've always felt that true beauty is found in the quirks and little imperfections.

[Mr. Malarkey]

It's brutal how inconsiderate some are to the thoughts and feelings of others. Forced to bend our wills to become something we don't wish to be. This is very well written, thanks for sharing!