Perhaps someday they will despise you again.
Perhaps it is not a matter of ‘if’
But ‘when’
They’ll re-assess your merits and then
Take a magnifying glass to the shiny bug.
Deflate all the heroes they had decided she was.
And maybe they’ll do it just because.
But you live by a strict code:
Never believe your own mythology
Never type your name into the search bar
Let the wolves howl all they want
The moon should never howl back
You know if you play, it’s a losing game
So you Keep yourself too busy to ever learn what’s-their-name’s name
And these are the reasons
you are still somewhat sane.
