Poem: Perfect

 

I don’t have to be your definition of perfect

and that is so liberating.

I don’t have to shut my mouth for your comfort

and that’s something I didn’t see before.

I don’t have to be a bigger person

because I already don’t think I am.

I decided not to be your version of mature and sophisticated

because you said that is what it was,

I got tired of being gaslighted

even though I didn’t realise that was what it was.

I began to come alive,

away from the doubts and I won’t let that go.

I am a human,

maybe you should remember that.

I have chosen to be happy

and I ain’t going back.