I want so much to be perfect.
I try so hard to please him completely.
He has many demands.
Some easy,
Some difficult.
I do my best to follow orders,
But sometimes I fail.
It used to be scary when I failed,
But now it's not so bad anymore.
I wish he would tell me I am perfect.
He's sometimes said that I'm the best,
Though I often find myself wondering,
"Who else has he told that to?"
I wonder this because he's had so many others,
So how could little me be that good?
How could I be good enough to honestly be the best?
He treats me wonderfully.
He loves me in his own way.
He almost makes me feel special,
Perfect even... sometimes,
But there's always that one hint of nastiness.
That little bit just to remind me of my position.
It helps to keep me in line.
Which is a good thing,
Otherwise I'd get cocky and arrogant.
Then it wouldn't be fun anymore.
I try so hard to please him completely.
I want so much to be perfect.
K. Tone
12-4-00
