And everyone with their real talents; their real skills; real knowledge, are left unwanted on the wooden shelves. Breaking down any moment now, most probably thrown into the dump any time after that. They are crushed, and taped up with disgust, then thrown as make-believe basketballs for amateurs. For beginners. Hoping to get to somewhere that they possibly can't.

They are spit on; stepped upon. Some even mocked at. Got teased at. But what about you? Some shitballs that everyone likes. Some stupid bitch that gets everything. Everyone. Some cellphone whore that exaggerates everything. Says things that makes completely no sense at all. And everyone else just listens and listens mindlessly and believes whatever shit you say.

Tell me how you can be a perfectionist, when everything you do aren't even a single bit close to being "perfect"? Tell me how you can get everything you want, when you already had everything? And tell me why you can even have everything in the first place, when you're pretty much worth nothing?

The only reason why you are where you are now, was because you're bitch enough to get everyone's attention. Was because you somehow got everyone under your control. And now, you're what everyone wants to be like. You are big now. But somehow, you forgot how you climbed up. From down here. Where we all are. Where you are suppose to be. Where you really belong.

One day you're gonna fall.