secrets in the blameless ear
better to be kept inside but
spreading out from far to near
harming, hurting, miserable while
hiding from the blinded eye
the truth beyond the sought perfection
falsely soaring, gliding, through the sky
truly falling, fading towards that place
from which no one returns

feeling control, though having none
embracing as truth the lies that say
work harder, faster, you've almost won
but in this game the prize isn't worth
the endless tears of pain and hate
so desolate; soon you'll realize
you're clinging to an empty fate
cause nothing is left besides your goal
and an inner, deep self-hatred

when finally perfection's gained
you turn to see what you've attained
and dizzy, fall onto the floor
where finally you hurt no more.

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