Perfectionist

I try to be a perfect person,
What everyone expects of me.
I've been listening to all the rules,
ever since I was three.

I live up to my standards,
Done all of my work,
If I don't do what is wanted,
then inside I feel like a jerk.

How do people not aim for perfection?
This is something I can't understand.
Don't they feel like they've done something wrong
if they do not follow up to others demands?

It's hard to stop from my daily routine,
But all of this is just insane.
It is all just too familiar to me,
This life that I have grown up in, is one I need to refrain.

I need to be perfect, it is what is required,
I'm all tangled up though,
So I must quit it all now,
leave all of this, all that I know.

I need to refrain myself from perfection,
learn from mistakes I must make.
This life of perfection,
and all of it's standards are fake.

So I must shatter my identity,
and become someone unique,
This newly formed me,
will no longer be weak.

I will not have work piled on my shoulders,
I will start to live life without any commands,
I shall no longer be a perfectionist,
And I shall no longer follow others demands.