Flash Theory

I am flawed; my head is not the best -
It's filled with nervous mess and fails the test,
Shame and distress, sucking at my breast,
I have no zest,
To pass this test.

Chances turn and weave, I feel their beat.
I can not move; I fear their heat.
The fire of failure warms my feet,
I can not meet,
This burning beat,
I have no zest,
To pass this test.

The power of man is something that I fear,
The dread of destruction drowns, I feel it here,
I must assert my manly spear,
I must not fear,
That much is clear,
I have to meet,
This burning beat,
I will have zest,
To pass this test.
I will be the best.
I will pass this test.