Perfection I sit here next to him with a million thoughts going through my mind. Tears started going down my face. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Nothing" "Did I do something to hurt you?" "No, no." "Is it that cruel father of yours? Is he hurting you again?," his fists were tight, anger going across his face. "No, It wasn't him. It's me." "What have you done? Your perfect, you can do nothing wrong." "Thats just the problem, you believe I'm perfect, when I'm really not. I get pressured by messing up, fear that you had believed in me wrong, trying to be perfect to please you. But that's not who I am, I'm not perfect, I mess up, I'm human."
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