It's dangerous to be liked by everyone. 

Who are you, 

a cult leader

driven by God to ascend the golden stairway

or (or, or, or...) 

a moth alight in its own flame; a torch

transcendent and immortal? 

no, no, no, no, no, no, no. 

you failed

to be what they wanted. 

And you will fail again. 

While you watch for their approval, 

the lotus in your heart is torn to shreds by birds. 

You are left

with nothing. A fool

with empty hands

and scorched wings.