Special

Words from others that invoke that absurdly proud happiness
Building more and more on-top of my Freudian ego
Repeated words lose meaning, punch, and guttural hiss
Why should I expect infinite praise through a finite language though?
They still love me
But my childish need for validation hyper-actively moves on
Like around a flower a buzzing bee
The fleeting high fades and I come down, joy dead and gone

1
2