Dear Perfectionist

Dear perfectionist,
I see you flaws. My sharp sights cut through your carefully crafted alibis. My sensitive ears catch all your lies, your broken cries.

All through your life you've hated ties. If not the clear cut winner your confidence dies.

A perfectionist you may seem but too far fetched are your dreams.

Even you won't do everytime but to you rejection is a crime.

As a child you add too much stress, which turns things into a gigantic mess.

I hate your nerve it bothers me. You say you're things you'll never be. You act like you  forever hold the key to everything infinitely.

Your confidence is overdone and you're too sore a loser if you haven't won.

It all adds up and you become mean, and dismiss all the hurt you have seen.

All of this is caused by you, the term perfectionist isn't true.
Sincerely concerned,
 An average human