You are pathetic.
Victimized by your own strengths.
Your flaws are beautiful.
Yet, they make your reflection seem ugly.
I have stood before you blank.
Asking only one question.
In response, I am led to walls.
So high above me, I need your help.
You are full of ****.
Like me, and all of the world.
You are full of pain.
Confusion and maybe need.
Voluntary solitude guided by fear.
Scaled to the universe,
You  are  nothing.
And to me now, the same.