They say you're smart,
Maybe you are, maybe you're not.
But your eyes dart around nervously,
Awaiting the impending doom.
The world just goes on,
Oblivious to you, your pain.
No point veiling yourself in fake bravado anymore.
You're worthless,
You know it, they know it,
The world knows it.
No point pretending otherwise.
The guilt has quite evaporated,
Replaced by hardened resignation, disgust.
Just a beauty without brains?
Ha, you wish.
You are no beauty either,
Just a snivelling, useless creature.
Not worth anyone's time,
Not worth anyone's dime.
You know it, they know it,
The world knows it.
No point pretending otherwise.
You look around and see,
People moving forth steadily.
Winning, conquering,
Slaying everything in the way.
But you remain rooted to a spot,
Cemented by your shortcomings.
You're just a failure.
You know it, they know it,
The world knows it.
No point pretending otherwise.
