In search of wisdom, feeling the pain
My answer, revealed, and met with distain,
Feelings of animosity.
This answer made plain
Free to see what I see
This cycle is sustained.

Parade like a superstar,
This façade, brings the praises of all,
High and mighty as you are,
Knowing, the proximity of your imminent fall.
Bright and shining, gain another scar
Falling again, getting up, trying still, to walk tall.

This pride you hold, weighs on you like lead.
These illusions –grandeur! To end in shame,
The culmination of the actions, coming to a head
While you, who still remain
Though hurt, is not completely dead.

I know this feeling, I too feel the sting.
If you only knew, what I have in store
For you, the song you would sing
If only for a second, you would face,
A joy, you have not seen since
I put you in your perfect place.