What is so wrong with this picture?
Is this some kind of fate I have?
It's a deadly, fierce, corrupted emotion.
I hate it. Oh god do I hate it!
Why can't it go away? Fuck.
A warm heaving floats inside my chest,
just of when I think about this feeling.
I know it's a feeling of emptiness as well.
It has to be, for I feel so dead anyways.

What is so wrong with this picture?
I do whatever I can to make do,
but the good I do is not good enough.
I am not a worthy selection, am I?
Come on, you can tell me. Seriously.
I just wish all of you would write me a letter,
and in it just state the cold hard truth about me.
I will read it, perceive it and study it.
I will learn from it and do whatever I can to change.

What is so wrong with this picture?
I honestly feel so wasted.
I can not believe my emotions have got the better of me.
I used to be so strong, I am not weak.
But I am not strong. No, not me.
Is this a preview of an even more devastating existance?
Just the thought of this makes me cringe.
What the fuck is the point of me?
I am just so confused, it's a sad sad resistance.

What is so fucking wrong with this picture?
I am not depressed, mind you, no way!
That word sickens me and beckons me to hate.
I do not hate, I am not loved, the similarites.
What a strange and abrupt comparison.
All this bullshit I have to do deal with.
Where are my boys at? Where, if any, are my girls?
Do you not see the hint in this?
Some motherfucker is trying to arrange me.

What is so wrong with this fucking picture?
Why can't I win this gay ass race?
My god, I mean, am I just so worthless?
No! I am not! So why am I so alone?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I know ... absolutely, positively ... nothing!
So go fuck yourselves, and quit giving me excuses.
One of these days I will either reach the top,
or destroy everyone who is winning. Haha.