🥟Cherry Bomb Chaos v2

Clever feels great. Makes me feel smart. But the dirty little secret: it always wants applause. Tell me I'm clever. Say I'm right. Chasing reflection. Ignoring the light. (So much for insight.) Brain on fire. As I fall apart. I know where this goes. Pattern's obvious. Snares me anyway. No ivory tower. No moral pose. Just the phrasing that I know. Just a mammal with fancy words bargaining for another reward.