Life May Be Good for You
Just don’t use me to fuel your ego.
The first time I wrote this, it came from a different perspective. Today, I revisited the story and found a new view.
One might think I'm being sarcastic, and perhaps I am - but one has to live.
It's a biological necessity for staying sane. There are so many bad eggs in the world that if we don't allow ourselves the grace to look at things differently, life would be so unbearable.
I'm just a writer; what else can I do but write about them?
There is a cannibalism in certain egos - a pathetic urge satisfied only by devouring the dignity of those around them just to feel like they exist.
I can't boast about much in my life, but there is one thing where I feel unbeatable: my record of being chewed up like this. If this were an Olympic sport, I'd have the gold medal.
Even when I stand far away, as quiet as a rock or as invisible as a wall, I still get sucked into that horrible whirlpool. Maybe it's because I simply taste too good for their ego.
Previously published on 16 May 2024
I know of many that seem to lead a good life with everything money could buy. That’s life, everyone is at different level of their life while on their own journey.
It is also a minority from the same group of people who seems to take issue with me, despite our separate lives and lack of conflict.
These encounters often involved veiled attempts to humiliate and belittle me in front of others, masquerading as jokes.
The truth is there’s nothing funny about it.
Have you ever encountered someone like that?
you can celebrate
your achievements
with pride
good for you
i’d join the chorus
standing by the side
in a respectful manner
as a proper human
in your celebration
but why the mockery
turning me
into a joke
for your amusement
mocking everything
about me
like a standup comedy
expecting laughter
at my expenses
your twisted fun
cut me like papercuts
we all walk
our own roads
in our personal journey
but no silver spoons
no connections for me
just the sweat of my brow
for the things i bring to life
no stolen victories
nor ill-gotten gains
you start to make up
a new definition for success
in your warped view
where worth is measured
by all that you have
and all that i don’t have
your material trophies stacked high
in a self-proclaimed decree
you, the winner and i’m the loser
who you’d walked all over
has it occurred to you
that i’m human too
with feelings that run deep
we bleed the same blood
what you have
neither sway me
nor turn my eyes green
maybe that’s your game
but not mine
even with all that glitters
don’t expect me to bow
to you like you’re my lord
leave me out
of your twisted game
i won’t be your toy
to fuel your ego
making yourself
superior over me
we are all defined
by our own values
there’s no price tag to that
let me live my life
defined by what i hold dear
©Britt H.
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