I’m a downward spiral of self-loathing, hatred and despair

I know no matter where I go that I’m not welcome anywhere

Who could love an ugly mug as hideous as mine?

No one to kiss or hug or hold; no, not on company time

‘Cause no matter where I go, I always bring myself

I sure don’t think any less of those who don’t care enough to help

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I’m a paper tiger; washed away in a monsoon

I’m a frog in a well,

That isn’t doing so swell;

A wounded wretch set to bleed out soon.

I used to think I hated me

But since then, I’ve forgiven

I realize now that all I’ve done

Is spurn what I’ve been given

And even if this tainted gift

Is something I don’t want or need

I’ll make the best with what I have

And any more is simply greed.