Who cares if I wanted to be someone else?
I find comfort in this because there none in you.
And the question remains the same...
who dragged this conscience down?
Who buried esteem?
Cut down from nothing,
I can barely breathe.
A life-long laugh track,
so just forget me.
I don't exist.
I never did (stay quiet, please).
And it's funny how I wanted to be you.
To have the quick wit/hip shit--all form fit.
But so resigned, you can have it all.