Bring me down yet I know your nothing. Make me feel not worthy but I am a gem.
Think I’ll crumble if you take your love? I just might but not because your gone but just to loose all remnants of what remains of you.
You’ll soon be long forgotten, I’ll rise above it all.
I know all the beauty there is, so many can see, yet fewer will grasp it. Thus I’ll be richer than you know exists.
Enjoy you corner, your meek existence, the view of what you call life.
Ha I say, you have yet to begin to live. I pity you so, to exist with blind folds, slowly crawling to your death with but a spec of what there was in your grasp.