The consequence of perfection is a life of bitter expection.
Success may come with trials and tribulations,
But in this life you were given, failure is no longer an option.
But what would they say if you told them of your hesitation,
Of your fear and frustration
Of the deadlines and constant deliberation?
What would they say if you told them the truth behind the complications?
Would their reaction even matter in the face of your own accusations?
How could it?
When self-loathing seems to be your greatest motivation.
You are the consequence of expectation
So afraid of the slightest imperfection
You made their dreams your only aspiration
And in the end
You were forced to live in a nightmare of your own creation