You've tried to tell us
Just how bad your life is
But we knew all along you weren't the only one.
So you stretched it a little.
Look at you
You've got more problems than anyone else
Don't you?
But you’re not as much of a statistic as you seem to think
Your imperfection is not terminal
You’re not a survivor
You’re not a virtuoso
Not more than anyone else
You could always find subtle meanings
In every word
Every action
So can’t you take this hint and run with it?
Your metaphors are cracking
One more undiagnosed disease
For your long proud list
Chronic Adolescence.

Sympathy is your drug.
Go ahead and overdose.

- Lani - .03