Just My Poems

#36 Gold

Top-notch,
No one above.
Scaling skylines,
Grazing my fingertips.

The air's thin,
Yet I breath fine,
Success-filled oxygen,
Pumped straight into my lungs.

Lies,
It's never been like that,
Crippled by paranoia,
My muscles broken down.

It's all a mask,
A pretty facade we all put up,
Never real,
Hidden within,
Hollow gold.