The under dog. Yesery,
that best describes me. Because I don't seem like a threat
to anyone. But I'm quietly working away and getting stuff
done. They'll describe me as cute, but I can't see
myself that way. I'm not sweet, I've gone way too
bitter. I tell myself I'm great, because that's what I
need to hear. But then I tell myself I'm better and
that's when things get worse. Because when you start to
stick your nose up, you can't see where your feet go. And
if I go on thinking I'm oh so special, I might wind up
somewhere that isn't all that delightful. Realising this, I
then tell myself I ain't all that. But then that leads me to
point out things like, oh I'm dumb and yuck, I'm fat. I've
realised I don't have a middle. I don't have that plateau where
I think I'm alright. I'm either flying or drowning, sinking or
soaring. It's a sad way to perceive yourself, and I'm trying to
change. But sometimes it's good, to be going a little
insane.