I lost it.
When did I lose it.
Months ago I thought
That I owned the ground I walked on,
And no one could touch me,
And people would fawn over me,
And I was perfect, and beautiful, and adored.

Not now.

Washed up
Unemployed
Fat
Alcoholic
Depressed
Basket case.

I peeked already.
And it wasn't even that good.
I was mostly just pretending I liked it.

Well that's just great.