You can say you made me, Created me all you want, But the truth is I’ve always built myself, This has been the finest creation I’ve made with raw hands. All you ever did Was stamp me down, Keep me squashed Under the weight of your narcissism.
But I’ve grown strong, Bashed and wriggled and crawled out From under your gloomy shadow. And I’m shining again. A certified self-made masterpiece.
You swim in your swamp of self-made chaos, and yet some how you enjoy it. And some how these spineless, brainless people follow you.