Success, Or Is It Failure?

She watched from the top,
As they slogged and sweat.
She watched with guilt,
And pyramids of regret.

She'd taken them out,
One by one.
Didn't matter who it was,
She'd get the work done.

When she fell in the water,
Held on to the foam.
Money, power and hate,
Yet her condo wasn't a home.

Curses for Christmas,
And a job for a groom.
She had empty photo frames,
And a lonely bedroom.

Success seemed overrated,
When her inner being was numb.
For she couldn't look in the mirror,
At the person she'd become.