oh woe is me
the victim of a depreciation
isn't it amazing how
you can just look at something
and see its value in a way that no one else understands?
see the worth that is beyond its outward appearance
see how important it can be
how great the potential for it
the vastness of how far it can reach within your heart
and think that you'd be willing
to bend over backwards to attain it
achieve it
grasp it
to even just touch
but lo and behold
here comes the difference
the second opinion
the worry of what the public might think
the look on your face when you realise its not as ideal as you think
the backlash of gossip
the burn of knowing you jumped too soon
judged to early
not out of prejudice
but out of hope
and as beauty was once in the eye of the beholder
the value that once was in that eye
has all but whittled away
to be left with the impression of beauty of another
and
to have left something depreciated so
to have hurt the feelings of one that was appreciated
to cut it down at its knees
and bring its esteem crashing to the floor
to turn its whole world upside down
out of your own selfishness
can not compare to the scorn that is deserving
should the depreciation
be initiated by you
and by you alone
and by you alone
only can all scorn fall
for that would be worthy of your avarice
to have your value adjusted by others
in due times of inflation and crises
but to adjust the value yourself
in search of something else that looks more valuable
oh the woe is on you
today's message was brought to you by the word : MAGNANIMOUS
