UNscripted

Bullied myself for decades to be a perfectionist

The concept of "never giving up" sold to me at a price of my own peace

Podcasts after podcasts

Trying to push me for something that I was meant for in my past life

If I switch too fast they throw "I told u so", would tag me "unfocused"

I kept count of the masters whenever my crayons would go out of the line

The depth of frustration got too high

I want to wear my mistakes like marks on my knees from learning how to walk

My body dissected into a rigid dichotomy

Took me years of tears and sleepless nights pacing

To break the chains I was embracing

To know I am better off being a jack

I will do everything to fit perfectly like water

I will pour myself from one vessel to another

No I am not taking passion for habit

The one who gives up is a " loser " but the one who tries something to find out it wasn't made for her happiness has no name