The desire for perfection has always eluded humankind, and yet we have always felt the need to strive and obtain impossibilities. Simply, we want what we cant have. Encouragement glosses over the wounds, shielding the truth from the weak. Some are closer than others, and prosper in their works, but i? i have never celebrated first place. Never heard them cheering my name. Never reached that view on the top of the mountain. Never held that trophy, nor have people whispered my name with envy. All i seem to do is try, pushing myself over the edge. Through tears and pain, i push myself even harder. Confidence soars, but i rise one more mile just to be torn down 4. Everyone around me obtains their dreams and more, while i sit there. The dust on their shoes too embarrassed to even cover me and my grief. Always trying. Always failing, Trying to obtain that perfection within me.