Somewhat pain

In imperfection or in pitiful moments, greatness is forged.

something special or something vain
how far could something,
that special, that vain, hurt?
really, that doesn't matter—
true things, true emotions, they hurt,
piercing your soul in the most cunning ways.
Perhaps they don't matter at all.
Why just focus on the pain?
Ignore it if you can, but until then,
be prepared to die an infinite number of times,
and in each of those moments, remember
that time you enjoyed it—
in love with that smile, or even when feeling pitiful.