I'm Lost, You're Found

I'm lost,
you're found.
You're confident,
while I'm always looking at the ground.

You know who you are,
I watch from afar,
jealously I wait,
for you to take the bait,

and then I will be the one who knows,
just when to be snobby and lift up my nose,
and you'll be lost,
 just as I am now,
you'll be the one who is lost,
and you'll be asking 'How?'

The End

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