Bereavement

Beauty is unreachable Love is just a game Lies become believable Others thrive off of our pain We're taught to feel inferior Always lower than the rest But to mask with our exterior To use our image to suppress Success is an illusion As fleeting as the wind Craving power's on human But contentedness we rescind Unknowingly we chase The pernicious prizes of our pride Forgetting to embrace The time we were supplied Examine your achievements The entities you held so high And upon your next bereavement What have you when you die?