Perfect, Perfection, Perfectly

Perfect

I know I'll never reach

Perfection

No matter how hard I try

I can do better

I have to do better

I have planned out

The next 12 years

The college I'll go to

My grad school

I don't like making mistakes

Everything needs to fit

In my criteria

Perfection consumes me

Along with many other kids

Sometimes I wonder

If the idea of perfection

Is something I tell myself I need

But what if

Society has created

This unreachable standard

That millions of kids and teens

Try to reach

I know I can't do everything

In a way that will fit

Perfectly

But I need too

I fear of messing up

Of doing something

That doesn't fit a pattern

Or a plan that I have made

But what if

Someone told me

That I was ok

I can be satisfied

What if society

stopped trying to use cookie cutters

What if I stopped

Trying to do the unreachable