Critical

I reach for illuminated spheres, Fighting back my fears, Only too aware of my capability. Sometimes I don't make it, At times I only break it, Only too aware of my insuffiency. I guess that I really am my own toughest critic, I guess it's my own fault for being so analytic. Somehow it seems that I could've done more, And the fight for perfection is just a closed door, Could've tried harder even if it was rough, I can only conclude I'm just never enough. I repress all the tears, Ignore all the flares, Only too aware of pain's dependability. It's easier to fake it, When I know I cannot take it, Only too aware of this looping misery. I guess that the blame can only ever lie inside, I guess guilt is something I've had to learn to hide. Somehow it seems I could've reached a little higher, And satisfaction is something I just can't acquire, Could've gone further even if it was tough, I can only conclude I'm just never enough.