reflection

Ride the highs only to crash
tough to handle the mind whiplash
at nite you climb up  to the top
it always ends, you always drop

So many songs, so many dances
you try so hard to blow your chances
too much talent, too many accolades
oh how close but no fn parades

Misunderstood, what does that mean?
surely the truth lies somewhere in between
the enemy lurks he's in the mirror
need i say more,could i be any clearer