What does it feel like
to be rejected and abandoned
when so harsh and biting words
against you are spoken?

In the endless sea of faces
amid the excitement, you're alone
when the crowd roars in laughter
nothing's out there to call your own?

It's only you, no one else
who's the lone person
to stand unfazed and determined
to the nth power yourself to defend-

those who chided and are now watching
still with grin and hungry to scorn
you'll shout to them, proud and defiant:
'I'm the incarnation of Prometheus --I've won!'