Human Sacrifice for Perfection

I am not good enough for you,
I messed up just like I always do.

Words do not come to my aid this time,
these emotions will not drown in retarded rhymes.

When success actually meant something,
I stepped up, only to fail all over again.

Guilt and hatred resonate through my mind,
constructing a cross on which my esteem lay crucified.

This was my chance to prove I had some kind of value,
to show part of me had survived all I'd been through.

But that hope was another pathetic deception,
created through my desire to please my reflection

Sacrificing myself to my retched obsession,
my endless need to reach for perfection.