Desperate for Excellence

Something’s writhing in me
Unreconciled memories of children laughing at me

Dying to be
Free of this broken identity

Anxiety, reminding me
Life is still precious to me

Compulsions guiding me
Checking the locks to my heart maniacally

Mirrors taunt me
A crippled boy looking back, image warping

Change me
Into the ideal that receives love unconditionally

The people who have it all
Have it already, guaranteed

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