Perfectionism – are you a friend of yourself?
Striving to be perfect all the time
for the soul is nothing short of a crime
the slightest of slips
becoming wrecks of ships
but made by others only trivial blips
not worth forming on the lips
Isn’t it the exception but not the rule
that makes the rose so cool?
Or the highest mountain so unique
and the zebra’s stripe’s so mystique?
Then why do we tear ourselves down
for not having the perfect gown
or acting always in the right way
as we from our path a little stray?
If it were our best friend’s gown
we wouldn’t for a second frown
even pat her on the back
not even thinking what the heck