It's not easy being like a walking, talking contradiction,

Balancing it all with such poise, filling my texts with such diction…

The rarest of all 16 types, a complete mystery at that:

"All or nothing," an extroverted introvert, the "diplomat"…

One might think that life is a synch for us perfectionists, hands down:

From the praise over our work and behavior, straight As all around.

Looking at the overall picture of our lives, one might be right,

But coming down to the finest detail, fine would be out of sight.

Our type strives for perfection but falls short. Just right away banish

The thought that we're perfect; we can't be, but we so constantly wish.

We are highly sensitive to so many things. Critique gently

If possible and leave us be with our thoughts: we burn out quickly.

With all of my perks, quirks, and shortcomings, I'm proud of who I am:

Holding this trait to my highest standard is all part of the plan.