A swollen head has been the greatest down fall of mankind. In which we allow ourselves to become consumed with our own selves. We lead ourselves to believe that we exist as the greatest;cockiness.
Thus when her heeled shoes hit ivory tiles,and flashing lights went off around her,she felt her head inflate.
Praised for her bountiful beauty and undeniable talent,she was talent,grace and accompanied by an equally beautiful face.
''I'll always remain humble,'' she gushed,'' My background made me who I am''.
But did it really? Had the woman surrounded by years of power and fame,remain humbled?
They claimed that within a year,the dimpled sweetheart,turned bitter. A sweet wine that turned with time.
Now a confident woman,would have fared better than a woman bonded by the vines of pride.
''The best''. She was the best,she knew it and she used it. And in due time,her appreciation for her craft dwindled.
Bookings came easy, with a snap of a finger,or rather one single sigh. It was only when she carelessly showed up expecting to be waited on hand and foot because they flattered her with the title 'the greatest',she learnt.
The young woman learnt that when she grew to big for her breeches,she lost money and fans.
When she mistreated the backbone of her fame,she started to diminish into obscurity.
Along with her pride,came her obsession with vanity. A more vain woman one could not come across.
Hours spent staring back at her reflection and scrutinizing every single 'flaw' she could find on a face that had undergone multiple procedures.
And the maids would hear the shattering of glass echo down her wing of the house and rush in to find broken mirrors.
The genuine offer of help came her way when she fell into drugs, using them to numb her pains and kiss her stress away. Only to eventually get addicted to the taste of them against her lips.
That offer she declined,too prideful to admit she needed help and so continued to strut down a catwalk with death awaiting to take her hand in his.
''I'm the best,you know'' she laughed,her thinning face plastered across electronics nation wide.
They just agreed with her,soft nods and chuckles,'' Yes, you are''.
To be the best,whatever sacrifices needed to be carried out,were done without a single thought.
Too good for her old backgrounds,her first beginnings. Forgetting about the family back home watching her every move with support still thriving.
Ashamed of a cousin who reached out to her,when he began drowning in debts and she seemed to not remember him being the foundation of her raise to fame.
She'd turn him away, only to receive a call announcing his suicide a few days later.
Years would pass,and only her fame and pride would last,a lonelier woman you couldn't have met.
Surrounded by drugs and her obsession for being the best, when her demise finally came, it came with little surprise.
