Dear Miss Perfect

I can’t sleep, the nightmares continue.
My mind is so restless.
I’m struggling.
Yes, you heard me. I said I’m struggling.
My body hurts, its sore and stiff.
And no, I’m not okay.
Please don’t judge me,
you have absolutely no right.
But today was rough, and I feel like its
not worth the fight.
Please don’t confront me about the way
I feel.
Please don’t tell me this isn’t real.
I don’t want another sermon today.
I don’t need you to preach.
Why can’t you see I don’t want the hope you give?
I swore myself that I will change.
I promised myself I’ll try.
Why can’t I be that perfect person everyone else always told me I am:
I’m perfect.
I’m great at everything.
I have so many talents and I can manage them all.
I’m a natural leader and a great example.
I’m amazing.
I’m perfect in every way.
My body is flawless.
I’m beautiful.
I’m great at studying.
I’m perfect.
I don’t get stressed.
I don’t know what it feels like to struggle.
I don’t have the world against me.
I don’t know pain.
I don’t have any flaws.
I don’t have any sin.
I know everything...
Well here I am
Miss Perfect in Life.
My name is Inge and I’m happy to meet you.
Or so I say.
But Miss I need you to tell me why,
I need you to give me a reason,
I need you to explain.
How people confused us for being the same?