Access is wonderful, isn’t it
To somebody who’s never had it
So have fun with a better version
Of the things I have to work so hard to be
Because you have access to the things
That don’t come easy for me
Not Without weight in my screams
And the skin of my teeth
Because famous friends
And opportunity
Were never given to me
So I’ll kindly be lesser
Work harder
Cry often
And stick a sock in whatever stings the surface of my skin
Or the pits of my stomach
Because I’m still the ******* villain
im just a knock off