Spotlight Syndrome

I can see you still swirling within your patterns,

Different faces, same situations, and that’s all that matters,

You in the center, of all the attention, poisoning and drinking from the same water,

Feeding your needs, but fucking up more your gray matter,

Acting like Switzerland, but you provoke, and like always you’re the usual starter,

If the toll could be less, wouldn’t you rather?

The spotlight syndrome ends always the same,

You falling off the ladder.