5th Draft

Why hasn't anyone ever told me?

I’m sure they have but I have never believed.

But they’re always like, “but seriously.”

And I’m always all, “why the lies?”


It is incumbent on yourself to finally see yourself
And until you do you can never believe yourself


All the others possess the magical “it” that has eluded me for an existence

I have never been the one with particular talents

I have not understood what success feels like

And I probably reek of a thick despondent desperation

Mostly odd weird and a little creepy

There is nothing to see here – move on