30 Seconds For Those Who Think Themselves Too Special

She takes a moment to look around
Not even having to look down
From her self-fashioned pinnacle
The pedestal from which she preaches
Words flowing from genius mind for years
Yet we cannot touch them anymore
She made them unreal in her growth
"Look at this", we hear her cry (from way above)
"It's so beautiful, this small thing of the earth
I appreciate all that is beautiful
and poor and selfless and incidental
You foolish, mindless souls"
But her heart can no longer see the beauty
She shouts it quietly from some deep place
inside her superiority and wealth
Her special place inside a shabby-chic clique
With friends that mirror and reinforce it
How very sad it is to realise
that her words are just that
words....not thoughts or beliefs
Not even truth
They don't sound the same anymore
against a background of warm and smug
Watching the mindless ants crawl beneath
She is not down-to-earth
nor even mindful of it's grounding dirt
She is so far above it ... she can no longer see


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008