Emptiness

“Without a goal, you cannot score.”
But scoring’s just a fleeting store
Of social value, nothing more,
For people playing empty games.

The more you score, the more you roar
About how high above the floor
You soar until your wings are sore
So people give you empty names.

But God forbid, you get ignored,
You do not matter anymore,
Regardless of your perfect score,
You lose yourself in empty claims.

Your soul proclaims you’re up in flames.
It shames and blames you for the frames
Of Self-esteem you so deplore
You cannot stand your very core.

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