people speak about you.
about your imperfections.
about your insecurities.
about your failures.
you stay quiet,
you try so hard to please everyone
and to always be perfect.
perfect is unrealistic.
you know that,
but you try endlessly to achieve it.
you spread yourself so thin,
no one notices.
you struggle to keep your head above the water.
so close to drowning,
but you keep going.
you continue your journey for perfection,
though you feel unsatisfied, numb
nothing makes you happy.
you feel so depressed and nothing helps.
you feel so burnt out and tired all the time.
there is a cloud of darkness above you.
it’s starting to surround you
and since you spread yourself so thin,
used all your strength and energy to be perfect,
you can’t fight it.
you ask for help.
you cry for help
but your head is under the surface.
it’s too late
you are struggling,
yet no one notices your cries for help.
what they do notice however, 
is how you’ve been different. 
you’re quick to anger.
you have no motivation.
you just can’t do it.
they call you lazy and emotional.
but do they try to help you?
god no.
they’ll call you names and tell you to work harder.
you begin to believe the names they call you.
so you work harder.
once again striving for perfection.
even though you know perfect is unrealistic.
you continue to slowly wreck yourself.
you tell yourself you’re okay,
even though you clearly aren’t.
you keep going until you’re completely wasted away.
because that’s what life is about.
never asking for help.
working until you can’t anymore.
right?