Sometimes it's hell,
The one and only,
Atop the Bell,
The Curve gets lonely.
While much comes with ease,
Up in the breeze,
It's much harder,
With what comes harder,
For yearning to learn it,
One learns to earn it.
Praise for small effort,
Led on to hurt,
For now praise I hear,
Feels so insincere,
Great's never enough,
I'm not enough.
Is anything as humbling,
As tripping and stumbling,
Over someone above you,
Because they're below you,
And will never know you?
I may be an ass,
But envy the mass,
For they in middle,
Search only little,
Seek a peer,
There they appear.
Sometimes it's hell,
The one and only,
Atop the Bell,
The Curve gets lonely.
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