Everybody has a tale to tell
Some tales are of prominence
And others, riddled with shame.
I walked in shame far too long-
I walked with inflated pride
To bolster the Novocaine
That protected the inside.
If only I had realized the real me-
If only I understood
My misunderstood flatteries.
Running from everything,
Eventually, something stops
And immovable force.
More devastation
Gridlocked,
Succumbed to humiliation.