Insignificant

The world is a fickle mistress,
Changing her mind over and over.
First, she thinks I’m important;
Truly, utterly key to life.
Then, I’ve been demoted,
Reduced to mediocrity.
I went from Prime Minister of Canada,
To intellectual lawyer,
And then finally she made me a cook.
I was the spoiled second child,
Next the frowned upon failure,
And last, the disappointing teenager.
So, now the world and I don’t get along.
She keeps me because she has yet to find,
A good enough end for me.
And I keep myself in her labyrinth,
Winding my way through her endless maze,
Because I have something to prove.
I am not a useless, surplus human being.
I have hopes, and goals, and dreams.
I want to matter in the world,
Not just to my friends,
But to history as well.
Eventually, she’ll see past the cynicism,
The sarcasm, the realism.
Soon enough, she’ll realize she made a mistake.
She’ll know what I’m worth,
Once she looks past the surface,
And delves deeper into my persona.
She’ll see me not as an insignificant speck,
But as the sun shining down on her.
I’ll tear my way through her bending paths,
Fight viciously through the obstacles,
And I’ll emerge victorious,
Battered and bloody, but whole.