5th Draft

Why hasn't anyone ever told me?

I’m sure they have but I have never believed.

But they’re always like, “but seriously.”

And I’m always all, “why the lies?”

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It is incumbent on yourself to finally see yourself

 

And until you do you can never believe yourself

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All the others possess the magical “it” that has eluded me for an existence

I have never been the one with particular talents

I have not understood what success feels like

And I probably reek of a thick despondent desperation

Mostly odd weird and a little creepy

There is nothing to see here – move on