My perfectionism is an obstacle
It keeps me questioning myself and my abilities
If I cannot assure perfection,
I find myself backing away from a situation
I recognize this.
I fight it at times
At times it wins the battle
And keeps me in its shackles
Preventing me from doing a thing.
I, however, refuse to give up
For as long as I have breath in me
I will keep fighting against perfectionism
Understanding that indeed
It is our imperfections
That make us human