Weak, empty, miserable
That's what everyone sees
If only they just took the time
To see that isn't me.....
Judgements abound disquiet my voice
If only they knew this isn't my choice
Everyone's appraisals overwhelm my senses
At the ready to prepare my defenses
Combative and ill-tempered is my demeanor
Making everything all the bit keener
So much stirring underneath the exterior,
But you can't see it because you feel superior