One day my mind's janitor tripped, flipped a switch
and I made the transition, without a hitch,
From the perfectionist's ego, arrogance, pride
To hating myself worse than Powerpoint slides.
The mind sinks or swims. I slogged through desire
To be someone else. I dried by the fire
That this change had lit under me. I know
That shattering my delusion-ceiling gave me room to grow.
Though psychiatrists don't think much of flagellation,
It's hellacious, shiny, new motivation.
When you repeatedly poke yourself where you're frail, you're
On your way to thickening, armoring against failure.
and I made the transition, without a hitch,
From the perfectionist's ego, arrogance, pride
To hating myself worse than Powerpoint slides.
The mind sinks or swims. I slogged through desire
To be someone else. I dried by the fire
That this change had lit under me. I know
That shattering my delusion-ceiling gave me room to grow.
Though psychiatrists don't think much of flagellation,
It's hellacious, shiny, new motivation.
When you repeatedly poke yourself where you're frail, you're
On your way to thickening, armoring against failure.
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