-They say my head's up in the clouds The way I speak, think, some would label it as "loud." I'm unable to deny; thoughts fuse themselves with my specific imagination No retries, I simply cannot falter. This is what will finally earn me that craved standing ovation.
-First things first, don't you dare look down on me That ill-thought notion in itself is just a tragic catastrophe Refusing to put in effort, here I stand Life ahead of me now? Not a single second planned.
-I'm a joke. A simple disgrace. A huge understatement to say you hate the sight of my face I've no excuses for my recent nihilism I'm free but also bound; psyche imprisoned.
-But your disgust is irrelevant to this entire tangent I'd do everything again with absolutely no regret My "loud" thought process is simply contradictive Parts of my mind nothing more than vindictive.
-Venial in it's purest simplicity Certain situations exemplify my irrefutable superiority. So keep it coming, your spited words don't hurt, "Head in the clouds," expectations similar to dirt.
Last one for today. Wrote this one a while ago, thought I'd post it.