The Fall of the Golden Child
They say "You don't know your own strength"
I thought I knew mine
I thought I was one of the brave ones
Drink did not overcome me
Neither did my my obstacles
At least I thought they did not
I was praised for standing on my own two feet
I adamantly refused to praise or befriend Crystal White, Hazel Pearl, or even the most gracious of all the sinful ladies, Mary Jane.
In times of trouble
Gluttony was the most treacherous ground to walk upon
The luxurious waterfall of expensive wine to follow
The bitter pill that will render me useless
Escaping the pain
Escaping the fear
Escaping the laughter
If laughter brings joy
How can laughter be so agonizing?
Withering every day
I am nothing now
How the mighty have fallen
Now the world laughs at me
I was now abhorred
As I lay in my cozy fortress
Prison of the mind, soul, and body
Here I shall stay
I can no longer be a part of this world
I never was
This is what's become of the golden child.