my life

my life

is an obsession for success.

I am so obsessed with success
that I'm dying inside.

I am so obsessed with success
that I can't even consider the idea of failure.

I need it
I want it

makes me feel like an incompetent fool, decrepit and aging..

How do I describe this? It's ghastly. I'm ghastly for ever single second I waste dreaming of success, unable to wake up and chase after it.

Allow me to disappear as I go searching for this ghost.