A Bomb Waiting to Explode
You walk with your head down,
With your shoulders slanting forward,
And your arms tight against your body.
They all know how you feel about yourself.
Worthless. Hopeless. Pathetic.
Depressed. Self-conscious.
Low self-esteem. Low self-confidence.
You're a bomb waiting to explode.
All you think is negative.
Negative this. Negative that.
You hate this. You hate that.
But yet, you think it's fine --
That this is the way you are supposed to be.
So, you go on, unsatisfied with life,
But thinking this is how it goes for you.
You watch those happy couples go by,
And you feel disgust as you watch them swap spit.
You feel envious as you watch them clasp hands
And steal glances at one another.
They're happy.
You're not.
That's the problem.
There you stand,
A mess of hatred and negativity and disaster.
You're a bomb waiting to explode.
People don't like you very much;
It's because of that scornful look on your face
And the way you tell the world how you feel about yourself:
Worthless. Hopeless. Pathetic.
They know.
You're not fooling anyone...
But yourself, that is.
Keep on walking down your path.
Keep thinking your life sucks and the world's out to get you,
And see where it gets you.
After all, you're nothing more than
A loser whose self-esteem is below sea level;
whose self-confidence was flushed down the toilet years ago;
and whose depression is on the rise toward self-destruction.