the image of perfection is never perfect
but yet here i am hating myself for not achieving the unattainable
thinking that somehow i’m not trying hard enough
i’m not sure if that’s low self esteem or straight up narcissism
that i of all beings could be perfection if i just tried hard enough
impossible but still in the realm of possibility
but my permanent scars, cellulite, blemish’s, and melanin
tell a different story
perfection simply isn’t me
yet i still expect myself to accomplish it
The Questionable Poet 