Suppose as an adult
There is nothing to hold on to
Other than the current state
Of affairs comprised of
Accomplishments
Self formulated philosophy
Specious groundless beliefs
Self righteousness
Pride
All enclosed in ever thin layer
Of fragile glass shell called
Self esteem
One wrong stimuli
A slight insinuation
Or hint of self elicited inferiority
And the shell comes crashing down
Leading to never ending
Laborious anxious attempts
To glue it all back together
And destroy whoever to blame
Always trying desperately
To put others down
Criticize complain justify
Particularly those perceived as threats
All because of their fragile
Insecurity
Amazing it is
How many adults are
In this state of mind
Always ready to strike down
Others who are oblivious
No matter what their profession
Living a sad state of existence
Unable to feel content
And satisfied
