The quest for perfection never ends well,
Self torturous nightmare of a living hell.
Question of who to please and how,
A lonesome and confusing road to vow.
At the end is it really me they see?
Or just another plain and ordinary she?
An idea they hold of the perfect stranger,
Demanding from me, only cryptic danger.
Facing an impossible battle to be won,
Beat down to the breaking point of done.
Expectations set miles beyond reach.
Sure failures in the lessons they teach.
Try is just a word without action or deed.
Believing something takes an actual need.
Sorry seems to slip with such ease,
Always scrambling on a journey to please.
Exhaustion conquers might round the final bend,
Tears flow a lonely and disheartening end.
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