September 7, 2012
By Anonymous

So close
Fourteen steps
One door
Between me
And the outside world
A threshold
I can’t cross
They say it’s simple
For them, it is
I’m bound to the chair
By my sense of obligation
Should and Shouldn’t
Guard the only door
Brandishing their only spears
In case I strengthen
And attempt to rebel
I wish
I sit
I work
I hope
Is not mine
The door goes untried
And the world outside
Keeps on turning
Without me

The author's comments:
As someone with nearly debilitating perfectionism, my ability to do anything other than what I feel I should is nearly nonexistent. Sometimes I wish I could just stop working and go have some fun--but it's so, so hard.

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