There are those who believe in me giving strength to a poet in distress. I can go on with this knowledge.
I have risen above an idol that once inspired me to proceed with a childhood dream. In the eyes of my confidant there exists admiration that is indeed appreciated.
Ignorance. Paranoia. Self-mutilation. Hatred. Jealousy. We all suffer from minor downfalls.
I love to behold what can never be mine.