Perfection is a malady, it only serves to maim
The wrinkled edges of my insanity, only myself and the world to blame.
'What a shame' was my worst fear,
Lurking behind the swallowed tears
I kept bottled in my throat until they overflowed,
Nowhere but the surface of my pillow to go.
Pressure's on, like a balloon about to pop,
Nothing to do to make it stop.
Keeping my cool for the world around
You only hear glass when it's dropped to the ground
I overcame, I experienced, I defeated
By the reign of my demons, I was no longer impeded.
I rose above and issued my decree
To the clutches of immaculate me.
I am fallible as could be,
My voice is nails on slate
Singing to the radio in traffic on the interstate
That doesn't matter as of late.
My emotions are cars on a coaster
Jumping up and down like bread in the toaster.
My worries leave me through my feet,
Pounding the pothole-ridden street
Sharp, cold air stabbing my chest,
I scream until there's nothing left.
But I still truck on through sleepless nights,
Tired eyes and mental fights
Keep going, this is my life
I am wrong, but it keeps me right.