Self Destruction on Overload
Why am I doing this again?
Self Destruction on Overload
Self destruction on overload
I want flawless perfection.
nothing in reality works that way.
Things, no I mess up every day.
Each day, I chase an ideal,
a picture of pure, untouchable calm,
yet every moment shatters that image
with the weight of all my doubts.
I try to build a perfect world
inside my mind,
only to find my thoughts are wild,
messy fragments that refuse to align.
I wonder why I spoil it all always?
why every hope crumbles
I demand nothing less than perfection,
when every mistake echoes like failure.
The mirror reflects a storm,
each glance a reminder
that my mind is a battleground
God why do I mess up my mind this way?.
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Maybe I am me and just made this way🥲
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
I think you just have to take a few deep breaths and just listen to the quiet for I think God is trying to tell you something that you need to hear. Your poem is the answer.