I climbed to the top of the tall hill
I felt I was on top of my world
And I only had to look over
To see a mountain next to my irrelevance

I looked up to the top of the mountain to see
Who's the victor who should tower over my hill
And there I see some anonymous face
Who does not even care
About the vast lands before them
And I wonder
What cruelty brought this about
only to torment me

To stand atop such a place
And not wonder in the least about what lies below
How could one with such a careless heart
Stand atop the highest peak

I stand here on my small hill
I sit here in the long green grass
Next to the mountain I am lost
How could I even have thought I was on top
The lands below seem too close
I have not climbed at all
Now I see I only walked up
Without much effort at all

A fool I am, I hate myself
I hat the world that surrounds me
I hate the bright blue sky
I hide from the warm sun
I cast myself into a cave of darkness
So cold and empty, I am swallowed
by my self-loathing
I feel I may stay in this hole
And never emerge into the light again
For I am irrelevant
 
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