Perfectionist

You’re not fine,

You’re losing your mind

Cuz this world ain’t kind

To the neurodivergent inclined.

Now you’re in a bind,

Cuz you’ve fallen behind

And there’s no time to rewind

And reassess.

Now you’re pressed,

Staring into the abyss,

Feeling worthless,

Wishing your brain hurt less.

You’re a mess,

Searching for a purpose,

Thirsting

For meaning in the meaningless.

You stay stressed,

Proving you’re best

And will accept 

Nothing less than

Perfection.

Yes.

You’re in overachiever Hell.

Take a rest.

You’re unwell.