foolish

she stares blankly into the distance
any moment her face will crumple
blocking out the noise swirling within
and tears burning behind her eyes
she’s lost it

before today she was sure that
what she was doing was right,
above all the rest, giving her best,
wonderfully successful, and now
its falling

illusions are over, blown away
she’s not so fantastic after all
a bitter lament of blind egotism
hopeless realism sets in, and she’s
doing a crappy job

Expectations, illusions, hope, and obnoxiousness
I’m better at this than anyone
when really I suck, I don’t deserve this,
I’m nothing to be proud of
and yet