Up upon my pedestal I made for myself,

I looked back. To the things that I did to get here.

Amputated aspects of personality.

Shattered feelings.

Tainted friendships.

Trust in shambles.

Bridges burned.

Hours of unattended sleep.

Painted smiles, unnatural.

Exhaustion and picking at my insecurities.

The nasty wake of destruction,

All in all

All for perfection.