Mediocrity

In the darkest dregs of suppressed uncertainty,
Where self-loathing sleeps and nightmares leak
Like blood into the blackness; a slitted mouth speaks
An epithet that goads and taunts; honoring your mediocrity.
It sings of how you feign lofty superiority
And hold your head above those others bleak
Who swarm around you; of how you, wavering, seek
To walk tall and hide your loathed insecurities,
When in truth there is only paste and gold paint
Holding you together; when you are ripped apart
By cruel and greedy hands, brought down a fallen saint
Who could not be less holy – the truth will your name taint,
For only bits of tulle and flimsy wire form a cage for your fragile heart
A heart that beats in vain to surpass Mediocrity’s constraints!

- Siri Hammond