Why?
She says as she looks in the mirror
The whites of her eyes gone pink
Why do I push myself
so, so hard
{The answer would never come}
What if?
A thought that crossed her mind
Only one single time
What if I wasn't perfect?
For perfection brings
a /sliver/ of satisfaction, with praise and admiration
But perfection
can grow unhealthy
Perfection can become an addiction
An unbreakable habit, turned craving
Perfection can become a p.a.r.a.s.i.t.e.
and it was gnawing at her from the InsidE
/crumpling\ her soul
"Students like you are the reason I teach"
She'd heard it more than once
{The accolades}
only made her push herself
harder and harder
*Sleep* was a lost thought
a fond childhood memory
Now a word, so foreign
it was hard to pronounce
Perfection
is a potions essay twice as long as it needs to be
She convinces herself by the candlelight
- the only soul awake-
Perfection
is memorization
She stomps the rhythm out with her foot
as she fails to recite the list of magical herbs over again
Perfection
is being the first to raise a hand in class
She'd believed since she was young
Though, it was becoming difficult
with her thoughts
so /blurred/ from long hours working
Perfection
is having the ability to talk about any subject
on and on
Perfection brings
\recognition/
\success/
\praise/
accomplishment
But perfection
is not worth the price
{Perfection is dangerous}
And she is learning that the hard way.
A/N: Super big thanks and hugs to my Beta Namna-dono, who's been extremely helpful and suportive. She's also a really nice girl in general, you should check out her stories!
And more thanks and hugs to everyone who read this, I hope you liked it!
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