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Atelophobia
Why am I good at everything I try?
It ruins me, makes me expect the best---
and only the best, perfection---from myself.
It’s as if I didn’t have enough things
to worry about in my 15 years.
I am the image of a poster child,
the epitome of a do-gooder.
Thus, I am scared to death of anything
that falls outside my lines of “good” and “bad:”
things that don’t add up; things that don’t fit in.
(Ironic, isn’t it? I don’t fit in,
yet I fear things [like myself] that stick out.)
I know I should learn to think outside walls.
Maybe, then, this fear must beg the question---
Why not?
It ruins me, makes me expect the best---
and only the best, perfection---from myself.
It’s as if I didn’t have enough things
to worry about in my 15 years.
I am the image of a poster child,
the epitome of a do-gooder.
Thus, I am scared to death of anything
that falls outside my lines of “good” and “bad:”
things that don’t add up; things that don’t fit in.
(Ironic, isn’t it? I don’t fit in,
yet I fear things [like myself] that stick out.)
I know I should learn to think outside walls.
Maybe, then, this fear must beg the question---
Why not?
Published 2nd Dec 2018
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