You weren’t there when I stepped off my white horse, when I laid down my armor, tired and unguarded. You weren’t there when I gave my best and still, it wasn’t enough to fill the hollow in your beautiful, empty character. But she saw what you never did the chip on my tooth, the wear in my face, the black rim around my eyes. When she asked, "Are you pushing yourself too much? You should take care" she was already miles ahead of you.