Polished, winning, a little tired of it.
You make it look effortless — the poise, the wins, the room reading you as 'together.' But you built that gloss on purpose, usually alone, and the applause gets lonely. You'd trade a little of the shine for someone who saw the work behind it. The Eye notes: you compete because you were never handed the option to coast, and you're quietly exhausted by having to be impressive before you're allowed to be liked.
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