Blending days
Long, boring haze
Of nonstop work
As I waste away.

Running around
Like an idiot
And everything is a catastrophe,
Isn't it?

No composure, no finesse
All these worries you can't put to rest.
I wonder how you even passed the test,
How you can still wear that badge
On your chest.

He puts a band-aid on it.
Well,
You'll need more than a band-aid
To cover up my Hell.

Look at the mirror
See ugly
They take your picture
Feel ugly
A compliment that you're pretty
When you're
Ugly, ugly, ugly.

I'd rather not use your name
Because it makes you too real
Such a personal label,
A stamp if you will.

So please stay anonymous,
Remain ever so mysterious,
And I can keep a safe distance
From these experiences.

You are disgusting,
So very vile,
And I thank you for that
As you make it effortless -
To pity and hate you
So I don't have to love you back.

I will leave you
In the dust,
If I have to.
Well you must
Have seen this
From a mile away
Maybe before
We even started the race.