The persona that you projected
I am up here on high and bear your presence
I will grit my teeth to see gratitude
Spewing out of you and I remain high
Lofty, above you, and someone to aspire to
Accepting all adulation with a wave
Expect you to fall at my feet and you will.
Your world depends upon who sees you as special
Who will do anything to please you
Fawn over you and into line
Like little tin soldiers you watch from on high.
Apparently I dissented in the ranks
Fell out before I was told to go
Oh I can see all the cracks, chinks in armour
I’d rather be here on the outside
Than there on your fake high
Wondering how far it’s going to be
On the way down to the bottom.