Some Days

I've been pushing harder than I should.
Trying to be everything, trying to be good.
Chasing every mark I think I need.
Running on a love I didn't feed.
Some days I forget to catch my breath.
Chasing perfect 'til there's nothing left.
But maybe trying is enough somehow.
Maybe I don't have to prove it now.
Some days are harder.
Some days I fall.
Some days I'm trying, that's not failing at all.
I don't need perfect.
Just need to be true. My best looks different.
And that'll do.
I keep comparing my pace to yours.
Running a race with no finish lines or doors.