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Perfection

When you do something
You want it to be good,
But in every eye a difference
I wish that someone understood.
Being a perfectionist isn’t easy
Not easy at all.
You might think that we’re only vain
But it’s our final call.
You think that we’re just being silly
That what we say aren’t true.
Then let me tell you just one thing.
The silly one is you.
Can you imagine the feeling of accomplichment
That the thing you’ve done is good?
Be it art, music or even a poem as this.
I really wish I could.
One feeling I want to feel
If it was the single one
The feeling of being truly happy,
with anything I’ve done.
People might think it’s good,
But I’ll never be able to them believe.
If I’m able to do something that I don’t despise.
I use it as an ace up my sleeve.
When watching what others has done,
I think it’s truly good
But my own creations isn’t
I should stop, I really should.
I want to be good at so many things,
But I can’t accept the parts of learing
Since it isn’t perfect.
I’m living with my yearning.
I want it to be perfect when it isn’t.
So I’m ashamed of everything I do
And things like poems that have no right or wrong,
In that I will never be as good as you.
Because what everyone else is making
Will always be better than mine in my eyes.
It’s not because I’m bad
But to me all the compliments I get sounds like lies.
They can be proud of their work,
Something I never would.
Even if theirs has mistakes,
Something I never could.


Början till en dikt jag jobbar på:

We life in a society,
Where red becomes blue.
You hear new things everyday,
But nothing is true.


Hata mig inte för desvärre stav och grammatikfel x3