So you want to lead me, "us all," to the "truth,"
That there is no excuse and that every day
We need instantaneous "failure proof,"
But I know what you are, you can't hide.
You've taken so many to an early
Retirement already with your "sane" logic.
Please give me a moment so I can find out
What it's like to be on the
"Winning side,"
While I sit here, head reeling,
Strangers passing around at every turn on
This city street, completely and entirely aware
About it all and don't want to let you just
Simply pass for normal. It's like this feet that you must commit
To, I'm a victim of your shameless charade,
Lucky me, I am the bad one who has to get out of the car.
That every thing I have ever accomplished means
Absolutely nothing
-NO MATTER WHAT-
Simply because it isn't
Popular...

If looks could ****.
Nothing against the animals
You would get slaughtered like sheep.
The car and mirror are the two main things
That can display your pain.
You may feel like it's all not ENOUGH.
Geniuses make common errors
It's a miscalculation not a **** up.
It does not have to leave you dumbstruck.
You acting as if you are low on luck.
When it's all vivid and clear.
You need an answer?
It's staring back at you in the mirror