poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
Throw the first stone, cast the first guilt
Show me how you outshine, stab to the hilt
Those that came before you, those that are to come
Show me what you want, tell me where you’re from.
What makes you so different? So ill at ease
With yourself, with others, with the thought
That you might possibly not be the best
Show me again, praise your joys, so better than mine
Show me again, how you outshine.
So sad and pathetic, notice I do not care
Lend an ear to your tortured plight
Though it is no one’s fault but your own
Open fire on my ways, attack my defenses
Display the ways you think you outshine.
Place your dagger at your own bleeding heart
You derive from others, the pleasure you seek
Unravel your army, welcome the pain
Steel to flesh, blade to bone, your friendship was ill-gained.
Do you find yourself worthy?
Do you think you are approved to be part of mine?
Tell me once again my friend
Just how well you have outshined.