In a storm of chaotic proportions,
I sit in my backyard and gaze
At my life as it all pours down
Who needs a mirror to see
Their reflection in this beauty?

I worry about where my life will go
And shudder at the idea of loneliness
Because I know that I'm a freak
They think I'm an awkward mess
And I couldn't agree more
Where can I hide myself
From being exposed to this cruel world?

If there's anyone I have to thank
For the life that I've been given,
I can only otherwise thank myself
I don't want to be a republic
I wish for absolute power
Because nothing else satisfies me
Like being in control of my life
Is this the root of my problems,
Or am I just a doomed mess?