The way I see myself
I dislike the way I see myself
And the way you see me too
To change that meant to change myself
And I hate these changes too
So here I sit impatient,
And complacent with the one I loathe
But also lothing what I want to be
Projecting that on those
For him and her, they have it all
They‘re very versed in this and that
And those of us who make up me
They fight within and make me mad
And mad I am for being us
A little voice prevails
Assuring me I‘m not alone
Along these gutted trails