Too much to ask?

All I wanted was to be perfect.

Was that too much to ask?

Small waist,

Tiny arms,

A beautiful smile.

But now, leaning over the porcelain bowl, that smile rotted with the smell of putrid acid.

Sitting on the cold tile floor.

The little life I had left, slipping away, fading out of my bright blue eyes.

My hair thinning, falling out

My bones bulging, hard to miss.

Falling down,

Out of breath.

Out of energy.

Out of life.

I just wanted to be perfect, was that too much to ask?

Reviews

[Gee]

To be loved for what we are by those that we hold dear should be enough for any of us, seldom is though :)

[Bonnie]

Thank you for taking time to review my work, your words mean alot, thankyou

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing is perfect Bonnie. There is great beauty in the uniqueness of imperfections. This situation in the poem is tough, it needs attention. Hope it is available and you learn to love yourself and be happy.

Chris

[Bonnie]

Thank you for taking the time to post a review on my work, I really appreciate it. You are a very kind person :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you :) Take care.

[Paul Bell]

Perfection is hard work, time-consuming, and just when you think you have perfection cracked the goal post move and the journey continues.

[Bonnie]

Perfection is something most people want dearly, most people would die for, you are correct. You're almost there, millimetres away and just when you think you have it, it slips right through your fingers

[Serendipity Planet]

It is hard, no one is perfect and perfect is nothing
Hope you be able to find peace and love yourself more soon