I Am: A Perfectionist

My desire is to articulate my thoughts accurately,
For them to read eloquently,
Second takes – unnecessary,
The first one was delivered perfectly,
Not only that but there was synchronicity,
From mind to surface,
Nerve endings connected,
Bonds fused,
Except it’s intrinsically imperfect,
A controversy – see I cursed it,
With expectations only leading to disappointment,
In all my falsehood I was captured,
Enslaved by these cruel statements,
And now I don’t even know how to end it.

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