No matter how much I do
There is an overwhelming sense that I'm not doing enough
In every facet of my life
There’s a heavy psychological burden to be carrying
Like a backpack full of fifty five pound plates
But it brings with it a clear fucking message
To never accept mediocrity
It's a hunger that can never be fed

True satisfaction never felt
Couple this with a deep rooted
Unspecified anger that has existed and remained constant
For the greater part of my post-pubescent life
Save for a few short periods of general contentment
And we're starting to paint a seemingly dreary picture
But fret not my dear, for within this state I am driven
Within this state I cannot fail
Within this state I will attack the challenges I’ve laid before myself without reserve and with unbridled passion
Within this state I find life
This is the ugliest happy you've ever seen