a mess is what "perfection" has become.

i am not a flawless ballerina,

i am not a perfect student,

i am not a role model for kids.

i am a mess,

i am a wall,

i have no emotions,

i think too logically.

im too much,

im a mess,

thats a fact

theres a reason,

i was made to a mess,

i struggle in everything

more than anyone.

do  i let it show?

never.

im the image of perfection,

or at least i should be.

my anxiety makes me hate what most like.

my adhd makes me slower than anyone.

my depression makes me hide emotion.

my insecurities make me hide my true self.

im a mess

hidden behind perfection.