My world is too small;
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Or too big.
And Iím too everything and not enough everything
Especially compared to everyone else.
Too too shy reticient socially backbackbackward;
Was it a childhood thing?
Or I was never meant to be here.
Or I was meant to be the only one here.
Too malicious, too spiteful even though even I can even see
How much better they are at everything than me.
Critical, slicing failure into my skin, and too vain
Especially of my bruises.
You know what I mean, donít you?
Presumptuous too, grasping.
Wishing (translation: complaining) but inactive; classic impotence
Of Todayís Apathetic Youth.
Rattling around like the tongue of a bell;
Pad with obsessions, digressions,
Friends, family, music, humour and books. Love. Life.
These are the ways I am breaking my heart.