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Claire Billings
Poems
Feb 2021
God Complex
I sit in my throne of gold
Putting myself on a pedestal because I'm too weak to stand on my own
But I won't show that.
I strut around
Head high but morale low
I pretend to be better than everyone when in reality I'm nothing but the crown of tin foil I sat upon my own head.
My haughty facade masking my internal hatred.
"Surely I must be better than everyone,
If I’m not perfect then I’m not myself"
In fact, I'm nothing without my confident exterior.
My pedestal builds every day
separating me from reality and the comfort of friends and the reassurance of knowing you're not alone.
It's lonely at the top
But I suppose I'd rather be lonely than at the bottom
To be honest I’m nothing but a scared little girl in a king's robe and a throne too big
But I’ll keep up the image that I’m better than life itself, what else would I do?
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Claire Billings
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