I feel tiny, powerless, a yelling screaming nobody
Concerned about everybody but myself
And no amount of wealth or education
Will make me start chasing any goals for
Myself that aren’t free for the taking
And I’m acting and faking and spewing
Sweating and shaking afraid of my own *******
Shadow but not afraid of rain storms or of snowy roads
Or weather or spiders and darkness or pulling
All nighters and my grimace is getting more wrinkly and tighter
Because I’m hollow and shady and barely making these words
about how I hate me
Ever so softly into the night with havoc and terror and ****** on my mind
I’ll have indeed murdered sleep
Ill ****** death itself with my luck