I need to get used to being perfect.
- Griffin Hamilton
- Mar 20, 2024
- 1 min read
I’m perfect, I am.
It’s a funny thing,
never failing, having no flaws.
As each day passes
I get better.
And every time I think,
Surely, this is it
but the next day I’m astounded that
I am better than I’ve ever been.
I can’t even look in the mirror,
because I’m scared
I’ll get lost
in my reflection.
But here I am,
sure in my skin,
and I will be here forever,
‘cause I have no room to grow.
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