Crowd Goes Wild

A round of applause for the girl you cheer for
Pom pom shakes and exaggerated motivation
Such wonderful thoughts and advice from the crowd
Would make anyone beam and their hearts swell for joy...

Until praises turn sour and seem like mockery
When old ways die harder than even the wise would warn
Nothing can quite prepare you for the wrestle with your own will
As you stare into the unsettling eyes
Of your worst enemy
Who just so happens to be you.

Trapped under the ever vigilant scrutiny
Of the self executioner
As the chopping block cradles your head
Naturally as though it were a pillow.
Onlookers seem to gather
To watch this poor creature
Torment their own soul
From confident driven strides
To maddening turmoils
Between between many selves
Hosted for all to see
As the world becomes the stage
Where all eyes are on you
During your darkest hour