A Perfectionist Poem by Audrey Heller

It's terrible being a perfectionist.
I've been one, all my life. You put
yourself through plenty of heartache,
not to mention strife. You're never
satisifed, always certain you could
do better. No one sees, any flaws
but you. You want it known, you're
a go getter. Everything has to be
perfect. Perfection, is what I strive
for. I keep on driving myself, until
there's nothing to give, anymore.
I tell myself, this is foolish. Why
should I be this way? I'm certainly
not any better off for it. I'm a total
wreck, I'd have to say. Actually,
who would notice, if it's not
exactly the way it should be?
There's only one person and I'm
sure you've already guessed, It's
me!