"I'm unique!" I shout from the crowd
really it turns into more of a faint sentiment
I know I'm not that special.
and that my talents, though full of potential,
are nothing grand at all.
I blame it on a lack of spirit but it's that and a lack of heart
if I have no passion then how am I to make art?
I see challenge as a beast which I cannot tame
instead of experiencing struggle,
I take a few steps back then walk away
I want to find my own personal flow
but maybe meshing with everyone else is the way to go?
no, I can't. I simply refuse
I'm much too stubborn to ever follow that idea through
repeated failures because I keep giving up
chances to learn and climb
all refuted due to a fear of ego
will it get too big? what if it gets smaller?
meanwhile people are scaling up the ladder
and I hang diligently onto my rung
woe is me, woe is me
for my current path is not that to victory
I fear I'll forever wallow in my self-imbued inadequacy.