The Turning Point Poem by shweta khosla

you are running,
but your depression is catching up,
My one-sided friend.

you are acting,
but the seats are lonesome,
beginning to end.

you are winning,
but the loser is now playing another,
game around the bend,

You are superiorizing,
but the inferiors dont know or care for
the opinions that you silently send

She is idolizing,
but the clay, is beginning to chip.
No known cure or mend.

I am watching,
You my muse, metamorphize,
from pain to subject of intent.