There is feeling defeated
and there is being so low
that even when you're given roses
all you see is thorns.
There is a smile that comes when you bounce back,
but see how it twists as you fall
again
and again.
There is vanity
that lies beside insecurity;
watch how they struggle for power when it awakes.
There is false esteem
how it moves
holds few surprises
its shape remains true
underneath its disguises.
There is a thrill in dreaming big;
the grandeur is delicious at first,
till you choke on it.
Even then
you'll be back for more.
