Imperfect

Intuitively I knew to let it go before
My mind fixated on it too much.
Perhaps I could distract myself
Entirely from my own insecurity that's
Reaching it's clawed hand up
From the pits of my stomach to scratch my
Esophagus as though it's itching.
Controlling the impulse is pointless because -
Take that apostrophe and that space -

I'm Perfect

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