Pathetic

A enormous stuggle against a chronic, progressive and terminal self loathing

Self doubt, circumstance, the weight of the world

they want to drive me like a nail

keep me in perpetual stillness,

those around me can smell it.

 

Like the weak animal cut out of the herd

brought back to the cage,

to be used and pedastal’d

indecision, external derision they chaff my sanity.

 

Wounds of the past still lurk

makeup covered façade of self,

who can see my bruises

when I’m shinny and verbose.

 

The trash of the past

from deep in the pit,

it starts to reveal its effervescent scent

the sweet ugly smell of rage, egotism and sarcasm.

 

By the way have I told you how smart I am yet?

the cage, the drive, the knowledge

they burn and wrap and push

the not me, is the not you.

 

The anti-social socialite

looks down from his self important Mountain

and can’t believe what he sees.

Can’t you plebes do anything right

Must I do everything myself

I have to stay on top of all of you

For you will be inept, I know it!

 

The pathetic me is the pathetic you!