track⁵; the perfectionist  :

Ruby eyes and cracked lips stared at me
As I gazed into the looking glass.
Countless hours of toil
Had led me to this state.

With each second I poured to master,
To reach the perfection of a polished diamond.
I lost a bit of myself,
Even the tiniest cracks of my soul had to be cemented.

With each cut I bled,
Blinded by the illusion of a masterpiece.
But then, your gentle touch held my hand
And withdrew the perfectionist in me.

Your soothing voice guided me
And led me to the looking glass again.
But this time, with you, I realized
The true beauty of an uncut diamond.

~maits¹¹⁴