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Poets and artists,

Musicians and actors,

They've always had a flair for the dramatic.

It's the quality of the craft.

The typicality to the trade. 

Emphasize - Exaggerate

Dramatize - Exacerbate

It's not a terrible quality

And more often than not

It's a prerequisite necessity

To any definitive mastery. 

And yet the effect it has on our characters,

On our egos and senses of self importance.

Our high horses get too tall

For everyday mundanity.

Every inconsequential sensation becomes an ambrosia, 

Every momentary obstacle becomes an impassable gulf,

Every fleeting emotion we morph into muses

And every chord reverberates the sentiment.

It's both exhausting and melodramatic.

And yet that's the beauty of it.

That's the martyrdom.

We exchange sanity and normality

For passion and expression,

Beauty and captured emotion.

The arrogance of that.

The self righteousness.

I hate it.

I hate how easily confidence can tip into narcissism.

I hate how easily we transform suffering into self worth.

I hate how quickly success and monetary acquisition

Becomes a hierarchical pose on the top 

Of some imaginary totem pole.

And I hate that basking in fame, 

Bathing in a sense of success, 

Flaunting and advertising,

Self f*****g gratifying,

Is such a universal human appeal.

It's not just the actors that ride high horses,

Not just the artists and entrepreneurs,

The musicians and proprietors,

We all tend, 

(When waltzed before a saddle)

To click heels, mount 

And ride our upturned noses

Towards whatever sense

Of self importance

The horizon holds in exchange 

For our ingratiating neuroses.

I mean,

Whatever happened to the strong and silent type?

I'm not sure.

 

But wrong or right - 

That's who I aspire to be,

That's where I find humility

And that’s how I see the irony.

I’m not waiving responsibility

But I will not be vilified for

The sake of another’s

Sense of gratified 

Superiority. 

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