Every second
Youth wasted
On planning
Adulthood
How your
Life will
End up
And should
Every second
Of life
Washed away
Never to get back
My house
My career
My husband
And family
Set in stone
Finally I
Reach my planned
Life and happiness
The perfect
Husband
Sits, reads the newspaper
Drinks coffee
He says
He loves me
The perfect
Baby
A little girl
Sits in her high chair
Angel with black hair
Pale face
Blue eyes
The perfect
Dog
Never barks
Nor bites
The perfect
House
Just as I
Had dreamed
High ceilings
In the rainy woods
The perfect
Job
Writing and teaching
Always published
Students love me
I am perfect
My life complete
Except I
Had no childhood
I wish I
Had a perfect
Childhood
I am not
Perfect
My life is incomplete
To live
A perfect life
I must
Sacrifice
Who I am
I think to myself
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I don’t want
To be
Perfect
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I can’t
Be perfect
Because I am
Unhappy
I look
At everything
Just as I wanted
Just as I planned
Everything
Planned out
Perfect
But now that
I have it
I don’t want it
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I planned
So I could
Be happy
But now I have
Lost everything
That was really important
Perfection
Is a joke
You can’t be
Perfect
Because to get
Something
You must give
Something else up
To be perfect
Or happy
You choose