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Perfection

Written by Erin Stan

 

This spitting image of perfection I’ve crafted in my brain

Brings out the frustration, temptation, the pain

Of not being able to match, to meet, to exceed that high bar

I’ve set for myself, like that high shelf you can’t quite reach

Even standing on my toes I can’t seem to reach

Like a lesson you can't learn no matter how hard the teacher tries to teach

Maybe it’s because I can never follow the rules,

Or maybe it’s because my teacher is a fool,

I tell myself that, until I realize, I am the fool.

Or rather, that I am that teacher who expects so much,

Who wills iron to shine under rain, the strain, when eventually, it will rust

The truth, though it’s handed to me, so obvious, and so plain.

I refuse to accept it, 'cause i know it’s full of bitter pain.

 

 

 

 

Erin Stan is a writer from sunny California who ironically has an affinity for dark, humorless poetry. As a passionate spoken word artist and just at 15-years-old, she has participated in performances across the country and hopes to go international.