Open doors, shut

Windows, cracked

Curtains , draped

The standards are set

And exceeding is my goal

I peek into the world before me

And i see light that was hidden

The golden rays of pride and glory

That were snatched from my fingertips

In the center i see the shorter

Soaking up the light that shone

He stumbles and falls

But with each step he takes

The light glows in pride

He has been handed victory Sitting on a gold plate

He snatches it

And the pungent scent of greed fills the air

I feel a familiar sense sting my eyes

As I rub at the marks my price tag has left

Once again the light has drifted

The darkness now consumes my thoughts

Locked in this tower

The doors are shut

The windows are cracked

And the curtains are draped

I have now accepted that to the world

I am the taller

Trapped under the shorter’s shadow.