Like a star, you are completely unstable. This is certainly true, it is no fable.
A constant battle, between your constant auto-criticism, crushing your self-esteem... Lashing out with witticism.
And your thoughts coming together beautiful yet destructive, yet it's only when it's them you aim to tether do they tend to get disruptive.
Although I'm under no illusion and I realise that your beauty can blind, you create energy like nuclear fusion and boggle my mind.
Some will be blinded by your brilliance, others will never fathom your inner struggles. You will have to find intrinsic stimulants, and amaze those who watch you juggle
Title is a pun on "Meister". This is a re-visitation of an old poem I wrote.