It makes you think you’re better
but you know better
that you’re just bitter
about your other brother
or your loving sisters
that you are sure are greater
now it makes you blinded
to the paths that are guided
so you are puffed up
until you get busted
and it’s hard to start with the ruins
but bye it’s never late to go on the right runs
and all will be well again.
Source: PoemHunter Poetry Series, 2013.