We lead ourselves
Love ourselves and
Etch artwork into our skin
That is supposed to remind us of when we were happy
But we don’t know ourselves
In the pursuit of ourselves
And we either believe in ourselves
Or believe in something else.
We look at ourselves with disgust but
Tell everyone how we really are the best (we promise)
And we kick ourselves
And kill ourselves and
Wash ourselves of our filth we attained when we thought we knew what we were doing.
Look at us.