Tried to avoid her.
Did almost work...till the end.

Damn it! I though you left already.
Ah...The angst and agony of having to deal with short-comings gloriously gives way to the joy and hope of not having to face failure alone...That secert dream.

To try and try and yet come up short - to hang my head while giving report,
not able to make anything right,
turns brightest day to darkest night.
Amidst thoughts of strength to find myself weak; brings a gut-wrenching pain of which my heart cannot speak.

Failure has never been part of my plan.
I curse times I don’t, when I know that I can.
My standard, my goal, my hope is perfection, yet I am met with regret, rebuke and rejection.
Failure is a companion I have grown to despise, its taunts and its laughs are not found in your eyes.

In you I can see love, understanding and more.
You think me a winner regardless life’s score.
When I’ve nearly given up, drowning in failure...

Well...This is the part where I hope you would come in.