Perfectionitis

Geeze Luise I've got this disease,
The terrible perfectionitis;
It starts in my brain and it makes me insane
'Cause I think I must always be rightis.

Oh no, I really must go
Gotta do more gotta be more!!
Despite my hard work I feal like a jerk
I always have too low a score.

In crisis mode, I'm about to explode
But at least I'm not too happy.
'Cause when things are too easy, I get a bit queazy
I don't want to forget how I'm crappy.

Right now perhaps I should go run laps
God knows I could be a lot faster.
But what about biking or 14er hiking,
There are so many things I should master!

I must write a book, and become a cook
And hike the Great Wall of China.
Then save all the youth, unlock every truth
And start being pen pals with Dinah.

So I must alas, let each day pass
With a black dread of remorse
Though I'm productive, and stay quite constructive,
I did not pursue EVERY course.