The Most Perfect Item

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water? To use the bathroom? You know, to better yourself? Your hands stretched out in front of you trying to find something steady to hold on to. Hoping that the shadow you just saw was just your imagination. Finally catching your breath because you think you've made it to the other side of the room, but no. Tricks on you. You’re back at the wall you first began at. Back at square one. The others hear you stumbling and shuffling your feet, yet they only give you “words of wisdom” and phrases to hold on to. They do help, however, YOU are still the one who has to finish the task. YOU are the one longing to snatch victory for yourself. You want no other’s help. They tell you it's easy. They tell you not to worry about the ones who say differently. You try to be positive about completing the mission and trying to get the others to stay positive, but when you show as much as a PINCH of pain or reality, that's when the heads start butting. That's when they blame you for being “hypocritical”. That's when humans start to show their immorality. You then realize for yourself that they are right. You are a hypocrite. You need improvement. You might as well not even try to do better because there is no chance of ever getting there anyways. Am I not human? Do I not err? Tell me why I must go on being the most perfect item in the world.