" Practice makes pefect" they say
Spoken cliches that transform into the embodiment of my personalized anxiety
I cannot fail
I will not fail
I refuse to echo the punshing misguidings of my predecessors
I am better
I will be better
The perpetual chain of unattainable goals
The oscillation of "live and learn" and the apparatus of a "perfect parent"
A crushing crest of panic leaves my head barely above water
But i am unyielding, hard bitten
My mind prompts me that I am not forsaken
The grave responsibility simply a matter of life and death
Sequential with a radiant, beautiful soul