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thinking i'm a piece of shit, it's not even subliminal anymore,
thinking of killing things, like it's not even criminal anymore,
no job, plummeting self esteem, another day older,
stripped of any protective outer coating - as if it couldn't get any colder,
this is how i feel, this is the feeling that invaded,
keep my head up, worthless mantras keep me unpersuaded,
back to square one, moving into a condo mom and dad bought for me,
every single fish i've ever consumed - mom and dad caught for me,
i wipe dust off my diplomas, amazed by how much the curios cost,
100 grand, the number lingers as i apply to jobs for the lame and lost,
the difference is, now i'm an adult, i'm a formally educated adult,
an IQ 2 standard deviations from the mean, drowning in salt,
watery tears, grown up person fears, stumbling through turmoil,
each application turned into a staff, a manager, a gargoyle,
and somehow i foil each opportunity, lose it before it even approaches,
experience unpleasant metamorphoses, reminiscent of Kafka's cockroaches,
sure things can always get worse, and i've understood they often times do,
got worse, get worse, will get worse, continue getting worse from the womb to the hearse,
fighting the bitter taste in my mind, i keep telling myself things will get better,
like i'm the raised bar setter, but when it's all said and done i'm the down letter,
i know myself too well, hence the reason i'm remorseless,
honestly. against the tides of life i reign, forceless...