Imagine if I was…

I was warm.

But maybe I felt warm

because everything else looked cold?

I was young.

But maybe I felt young

because everyone else seemed old?

I was enlightened.

But maybe I felt enlightened

because everything else appeared unclear?

I was courageous.

But maybe I felt courageous

because everyone else showed fear?

I was at ease.

But maybe I felt at ease

because everything else seemed unsure?

I was rich.

But maybe I felt rich

because everyone else looked poor?

I was inspired.

But maybe I felt inspired

because everything else seemed bleak?

I was strong.

But maybe I felt strong

because everyone else looked weak?

And I wonder if I really was,

or if I came to be

through the detriment of others.

If so, does that make… me?