Your Better, that is what I am,
Yourself you do still ****.
In contest, contentment seems to fail,
When poetic minds do contend.
Best regards they do send,
While they pick at every detail.

Creative nature sparks the worst in some,
When coupled with competition.
Enemies like minds do become.
Supposition melded with superstition.

Speak loud your own Voice.
Rather than quell your fear.
Given that dark choice.

Lash with your thorns,
In the end, who's head does it adorn?
The crucible of your own complaint.
Actions raised without constraint.

Hold yourself better,
Creativity to unfetter.
Yet still I am your better.