My mind is never silent,
regardless of the times I try to hush
my unyielding condemnation.
Aggravating my rest,
you leave me to dwell upon my imperfection.
Surely, for my life, I should feel blessed,
yet lamenting is a natural human misconception
I prove to attest.
Periodically, do I ever obtain
your full essence:
falling short a beat,
missing a step,
brimming just below your expectation.
Yet consider all of my prowess...
Dragging out sorrow
and skimming over triumphs,
I await ‘next time' for full completion,
yet perpetually, I remain bereft.
Inadequacy is not expounded
By mere blunders.
I am powerful beyond measure.
And seek to be proud.
To that end, I affirm
I will merrily never reach you,
As your hopes will always rise to new heights,
Every day I prove you wrong.
Your Aspiring Self