You are never who you wanted to be. Lent time, shoulders, fame and money, you did with it what you dreaded. College laughed at you, and while you garnered high marks, nobody spoke a word. You did as you were told, leading to mediocre esteem with a second, pensive glance at best. Living on the edge of great and shit, you waffled.

Others squeezed out smiles, and these congratulatory hugs, and you grimaced. Undeserving, you played it cool. The prints come back and you’re the biggest thing on them. Shrugging it off, you just slide it under your belt.

They all wonder, if just for your pompous appearance, what’s he got that I haven’t?

Nothing.