Imperfection. My face,
my body, my complexion.
A second glance and I
still fail the inspection
boy am I Ugly.
I can't think about it too
much or I get lost in a pit
of self-loathing and soon
I'll hate myself and quit
this trial, this rat race
of who wins in life.

I'm a loser trying to win
one for my parents because
they always cared more about
my future than my cause.

When they die what will
I have? A job I never wanted.
A wife I never wanted. A dog
I always wanted but find myself
resenting because it's just one
more thing that's trapping me
in this strange reality.

****.

I'm so *******.