Wrapped around my leg
A weight that I know
Given up trying to swim against it
And now on the ocean floor

Never knew how dark it was
Almost no light
The waters turbid
But there’s no fright
Because I accepted it
It's who I am,
Living on the ocean floor

Living on the ocean floor
And it's so beautiful
And it's deafening quiet
Can’t see a thing
You swim around aimlessly
For only one destination
Above the ocean floor

Guess that's me
Living on the ocean floor
Been stuck here for a while
Stuck here in a way
In a beautiful castle
Of death and decay

Stuck living on the ocean floor
Been dragged here not from choice
But the weight
That's strapped to my leg

Trapped on the ocean floor.

I’m first place loser
The backup
One day hoping to be the best
One day to be option one
Only the best get first
Only the prettiest
The funniest
The best
I’ll never be first
But I’ll be second place
As I always am
To make the first place to look better
Funnier
I’ll continue to be their one there’s no one else
The backup

Second place: first loser

Bead of tears
Strung on a string
Wore around my neck
It’s to tight
Can barely breathe
Breath is ragged
Eyes are closed
Curled into a ball
Or pacing around
If you calm down
No one will know
Cover you mouth
So no one can hear

Living in a cruel world
That eats confidence for breakfast
And snacks on self esteem
Builds up people like them
To break down people like her
Of course shes going to question herself
If you looked like her
She laughs off remarks
About her own insecurities
Because therapists don't cry
And neither do clowns
Only if they hurt themself–
To get a laugh from the crowd
Laugh at her clumsiness
Yet they never know
Its a sign of her lack of care
For the life she's forced to live,
And the wish she's never promised