this is me
oh so sad pathetic me
a thousand thousand “me”s over and over
sitting between two mirrors I can see me to the power of infinity
this déjà vu me is so very petty
this stupid worthless to the world me is drowning in worries and stress
if you’re looking for the deeply philosophical existential meaning of it
all
pretend to seek it elsewhere
this is nothing but a sad excuse for recycling toilet paper
or something equally ecological and ridiculous
I’m jumping from meaningless flashback to meaningless flashback
haven’t we gone over this already?
by the time this begins to make sense this will all be long over
don’t worry; this is the answer to nothing
but to me being all pitiful in yet another nowhere relationship
where I come second to everything
cut to me giving up what I want and who I really am
all in order to be understanding to another undeserving asshole
cut to me being utterly self defacing
thinking this is the best I can do, the best I deserve
cut to me being so very right and dealing with it
can we say “overgeneralization of my pain”?
how about “desperate need to be loved”?
can I say anything that will make sense?
that’s all this is really
the opus of my invisibility
completely hopeless and defeated me
 
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