The Challenge

The bright lights stare
Accusing me,
Of all I have done wrong
Mocking me,
For all I am too stupid to do
Making me melt
Under the intense heat.

And I brake down

I know why they stare
They are right in accusing
They are right in mocking
In a puddle on the ground I lie.

And yet…

I stare back
Knowing that I can win
It’s like a contest
To kill the weakest gaze

I win

The lights fail
They flash and burn out
Showing my victory
To all who can see

And now I rest…

Knowingly I was wrongly accused
Wrongly mocked
I did not melt
I was only pooling my energy

And I won.