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 ...

Moments. The alarm rings and I wake up like clockwork For another day to begin. Then my children get up and they move on with the morning rush Of trying to get ready for the day. They begin eating their breakfast while I hear their enchanted laughter As I hear the Looney Tunes cartoons from ...