The one horse no one wants to ride
the one piece of fruit, so beautiful inside
that no one wants to eat. Always about
me, why not someone else this time?

Listen to me whine, listen to my fears.
People see me as a rotten apple, am I
as bad as soap for dinner, mixed with
onions just to make me burst out into tears.

Tears that make me see, shut my mouth
and see, though the sight is blurred, why
the king of running sometimes falls. Climb
untill you could fall, as high, as no one could.

Yesterday I've learned something I should
have learned a while ago, I understand the myth.