Finding my High

You know what im talking about
wandering about in a bout
of directionless energy
searching
scratching
grabbing onto anything that looks like it will fill the hole in my soul
burying myself in books
words protect me from facing the world
i dont have to look
i look into the realm of other worlds
instead
i cover my self, my body
"dress to impress" they said
impressions are all i live for
you desire perfection from me
you require it
or so i think
i live for the compliments
for the acknowledgement
snaps! shots!
im high from your likes and loves
do you know me?
im miss success
miss prove-them-wrong-with-your-success
miss make-em-proud
whoever they are
acting like im under no pressure, no stress
when really im under duress
see without my success then i aint miss success
my identity is in my accomplishments
and if i lose that?
God Forbid!
i find my high in these
at least for a while