Nothing

I gaze at my reflection I dont see myself I only see what He is letting me see Him the one who crawls inside my head Everyday I receive praise but He doesn't let me hear it He tells me that it doesn't mean anything When I fail He is the first to drag me down deeper into His empty sense of security 'What does it matter?' He says 'It means nothing if you aren't perfect' He starves me He bruses me He cuts me deep where no one can see And me a slave to His grasp. piece by piece I become Him nothing is worth it if you are not perfect nothing