The Thirst of Perfection
I want to be perfect
But I am not
I try my best, I do
I try to please you
But nothing I do seems ok
I want to be free
Be my self
Not think of anything else
But then comes you
And you pull me down to the ground
You don’t let me breath
Nor be the person I am
I want out but I can’t
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