I know my words don't mean much of anything
They aren't long enough
Or brave enough
To draw
Even just one eye

I know my words
Are a vague redition of
Mediocrity
With high esteem
And hopes of return

Believe me,
don't I know.

Replace your smirk with pity
And change my name

Or just erase it altogether

I know my words mean less than nothing.
To you.

So just turn away
And leave me be
Or hate me still
And fail to see

But do not operate under any illusions that I am unaware.
No one knows better than I do.