124. Weathered

I've been given the spotlight.

The gleam hits my eye

As I wink confidence.

I've ran through chill rain.

Heart beating with pain.

Mouth breathing in bane.

Crowds call me a born natural,

But they're blind of my isolation.

I was shaped by whispering impractical,

Giving double beyond your imagination.

Detractors see me as paying a bill,

But my steps are taken by the thrill.

Glits and glamor wont keep me still,

I've got the fire going in for the kill.