The Ladder and the Monster of -EST

The world is a ladder.

Each rung houses a soul wrapped in tissue

Above and below are people that are not me, up and down as far as I can see

Panic in my chest comes from the venom of the Monster of -EST

Alone on my rung, I pursue the superlative.

You must be the best.

The best of the best

The best, as you are better than all the rest.

The monster of -est says all this in jest,

For the ladder that is the world is infinite in length and loneliness.