Work Text:
Perfectionism is key
It terrorizes me in my sleep
Waking to a reality
Where nothing is in my keep
I roll
Roll, roll and weep
In a deep agonizing sweep
With the sweet silence, in a creep
Tired; tire, tire and bore
People with sob stories for sure
You cure them with words
Lying; immature
In a world, remedy such as these
Empathy is an enemy
Enemy to trust and fuss
To all things knowing of society
And in that way; you’re better
Better than the few that obsess
Better than the most that test
Then we lest; that you figure out the rest
And so; prior to yours
To tire oneself out of unnecessary wars
In a library of lies to score
Which one did you fall for