The sometimes jungle

It's lonely at the top
they stare like smug children
gangs of thugs, banded
the wet paper mafia

I can't explain
if you can't understand
idiot, beat me down?
we all, all laugh behind your back

Degrees of insincerity
empathy feigned, believed
even. Trust is fickle
take what you can get

We want the same thing
just don't grand-master me
I'll chunk it up higher, winner!
It's lonely at the top