Who would I be if perfection is not attained? A total failure. Nothing but the absolute best is expected of me. No room for errors. One mishap and my world implodes and **** fire incinerates the satisfaction of my previous Successes, meaningless if not prolonged. Oh, rescue me from my acute addiction to praise. I need you to tell me how excellent my work is, Or else I will relapse into insomnia, kept awake By my reeking incompetence. I need you to remind me how wonderful I am, Since achievement equates to my identity. ***** away the accolades and I am a carcass Starved by my bulimic tendencies. Never sated. I must do better. I must be better. I want to make you proud. I want to be worthy. Can’t you see? I live for your approval! Some say you learn from mistakes, That they help build character. Ha! Mistake? What is that? Sounds disgusting.