At 5:30 you get up
At 3:00 you get back
A sad sorrowful day
Reddened against another
Each day: becoming more harsh
For your fragile ecosystem
That glass that shrouds such frailness
Varys from thickness
But yours, lacks potential.
For yet your skin is thin and weak
Encasing it in lies you tell yourself
Perhaps one day,
to be thick as the ones you despise
Due to underlaying competition
