Diclaimer-I don't own anything.

Summary-Artemis thinks about standerds. His, his parents', and the world's.

Rated- PG-13 for language and angst

Sometimes I think my intellience was a curse.

Sometimes, is never quite enough,
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love....

Everybody sees me as a prodigy. Nobody sees me. The real me anyway. They see
the tests, the scores, the big words. But not really me.

Don't forget to win first place,
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face....


And I think about it. A way to show them all. THat's what I set my great intelligence on. Figuire that out, I scream inside. You're so smart, I want to yell. As if I
wat myself to fail. And maybe that would be better.

Be a good boy,
try a little harder,
You've got to measure up,
make me prouder.....

And it wouldn't be so hard. If my parents were actually doing all this for me. But
they aren't. They're trying to live through me. I know they love me. Just not enough.

Be a good boy,
push a little farther,
that wasn't fast enough,
to make us happy,
we'll love you just the way you are.....

And I am so fucking sick of being perfect.


.....if you're perfect.

And so they'll know.