Dear Ideals,

I feel as if I am constantly under your observation,

Continuously through my actions I fail.

I expect that you won’t accept reconciliation,

My struggles help you to prevail.

As if you are some sort of highness.

Yet here I am seeking you and your likeness,

Despite the towering bias.

Wreaking havoc on me for not obeying,

Forbidding me from maturity.

Punished for the behavior I was conveying,

All for the sake of purity and security.

Please accept my dearest vindications,

I just wanted to address my frustrations.