Perfect Fit
A poem on living a life of perfectly fitting in which is exhausting and, after growing up, feels involuntary.
From the jeans to the means,
From the heels to the feels.
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From blending with friends to trying to make amends,
From thinking about what to wear to showing I care.
From the hollow needs to what I eat,
From respecting to the respect I expect.
From what to think to how I even blink!
From what to say to turning my hair gray
The need to fit in a box, neat;
Perfection, often, feels sweet.
I agree with others to fit in
Like one’s jeans, perfectly fitting.
But what do I think, really?
Do I know how I feel, clearly?
'I live to please someone,' up, this thought pops;
The overthinking to fit in never stops.
