The Golden Tragedy
I don’t think you saw me here, l but I’m saying hello anyway.
You’re standing in the center of a crowded room.
All the bright lights catching your chiseled face,
gleaming like fire balls in your eyes.
You seem to be the great vessel of hope for us all.
But I see a human being.
With skin so thick and golden that you are the light.
I also appear to be the only one who notices the little cracks in that perfect physique of yours.