The Curse of perfection.

 Perfection. It looks beautiful from afar, no? People lean closer. To look. To admire. They clap, smile, whisper, admire. Perfection is a Crown. A crown that everyone wants to wear. 

But always remember. A crown is heavy.  It may look like glory but it's often nothing more than pressure pressing into your skull. At the end of the day, Perfection is not a gift; it is a performance. A script you cannot abandon. A role you cannot refuse. 

Though, its all worth it, no? - people applaud!!

No one wonders why your hands are shaking when the curtains fall. No one sees how difficult it is. No one can tell how every flaw becomes a sin. No one- No one at all wants to see how every mistake turns into a crime.

The can't- no... they don't want to see how perfection doesn't allow you to be loved- It allows you to be admired... and Admired is such a cold, distant thing. 


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