Tales of Torment: Torture’s Statue

how can i, possibly measure up to torture's statue

today's expectations, and my lack of attributes,

supplement the shadow, of torture's statue

standing in such cold darkness, the sole victim of moral condemnation

such pressure to perform has with no doubt, created a diamond

but at what cost?

it's only the contentment with myself that i've lost-

such heartless self-flagellation has curated isolation's island

trapped until the day the light in my eyes comes to an end

the standard i'm trying to reach is not a bar over my head but those that stand in front of me

there's no understanding how i'm always standing under lock and key

it's hatred's mirror that keeps me here,

with only void's company to hear

and perfection that stands up at the top of the statue looking down at me,

and it's curse, that holds me captive

at the base of torture's statue-

in the case that it's the accolades that i'm attached to,

i'll never measure up to,

tomorrow's expectations, or the next day's assumptions-

failure's biggest repeat offender

will i ever deserve to stand in front of love's mirror?

perfection's way of, taking a life, is a horror to be witnessed

anxiety's crowd brings more to be witnesses

i rush to void's company,

torture's statue is nothing more than a list of short comings

what perfection wants from me, i hate to want for me,

torture's statue is a glass case, empty of trophies

it's a fatal scale i stand on, a dangerous weight weighing on me

unfortunately, for me, there are no shadows on this stage,

that absence feeds the shadow of doubt, that is torture's statue

i may stand as still and as stale as a statue,

but this tale, is far from the last that will find its page

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