Perfection,
I must fulfill that void,

The broken mirror of my essence,
I must achieve the best,
Nothing compares to this void,

I boast in my pride,
No credit will be given to my success,
I’m better than all the rest,

But once that measuring up catches to me,
My purity is gone,
It leaves me battered and bruised,

The scoff of my own failure,
The gloating of my own demise…