The weight of “perfect” always on my back, a constant pressure, a ceaseless attack
In the quest for flawless, I lose my way, yearning for peace, a simpler day
In the mirror i see a face, trapped in the chase, a relentless race, I feel I’ll never ascend or win. Perfections shadow, I’ll never shake.
A heavy shroud, expectations echo painfully loud. Each step I take,
A careful tread, on a path where fear and doubt are fed.
Eyes upon me demanding more, a silent plea, a heart that’s sore.
If my life were a story, my head’s full of worry, page by page, building my rage.
Just for the please of other, and fear of disappointment.
My infinite chase for what needs obtained, causes me stress, agony, and often pain.
In the quiet of my mind, a duty calls,
to meet the standards, to never fall.
Leaders watch with expectant eyes, family’s hopes like stars in skies.
Each task a measure of my worth, a silent struggle, a hidden hurt.
In their gaze, I seek my place,
A constant quest, a tireless chase.