.A Lost Scroll.

A Lost Scroll

By : Marie Castiano

.Hello to the bosses of the stereotypes,

heard you wanted a fight with me today,

well here's a chance to say

what you wanted to say.

.No, I will not back away,

I will not stand down,

I will not let you your insecurities run this town.

You may be famous to the shallow illiterates

that run down the hall,

but let me say that they'll be the first to laugh at you,

when your fame starts to fall.

.I don't know what you want me to be,

but i'll make one thing clear,

even if I cared to change who I am,

what makes you think,

I would be a part of your clan?

.I just don't get it,

I don't understand,

your life is controlled by a thread

of the doubt that you hang, and a little bit

of fake ass confidence that you have,

and something that you call "pride"

but don't understand the meaning to be had.

.I was humble enough

to not laugh at you when you started to cry,

it's funny how you started off being a boss,

but the other bosses, flipped and switched on you

oh so quick,

But you forgot, life is nothing but a bitch,

such cruel realities happen on the everyday,

your egotistical values were blocking your entry,

now you see outside your shiny gleaming blinding walls,

you were the last person anyone wanted to envy.

.You were a game to them,

if not just a pawn,

the light burning your insides on this beautiful dawn.

Next time you think you're winning,

don't forget about the losers,

because we're the one

you'll wanting to heal you,

when their calling you a

loser.