I see that everything else is better than me
That I’m starting to avoid the world existing within mirrors
Even if they’re broken, even if they’re wronged
They’re in perfect form.
It’s beginning to sicken me, turning my stomach as a whole
I wanna throw it all up but it’s no use.
I wanna scream it out of my system, but it’ll just show
How ugly it is to have this biological instinct.
Just make it disappear from my senses.
I don’t need you to remind me.
They’re still better than me.
We are both lonely, used, wasted, monopolized
And being cheated and forced to live in such a messed up world of yours
Yet they’re in perfect form.
The rainbow-colored scene, with its unrealistic ideals
Isn’t it better? If it’s made slightly different from our world
But didn’t you say it’s even better? The more it differs, the reflection
How ugly it would’ve been if it’s realistic.
It’s impossible for me to disappear from this world
Don’t remind me that I can never be them.
Your choice of pixels over cells
The satisfying satisfaction it brings
My flawed form of dissolving warmth
Don’t let it go, even if it’s just a memory.
Note: It’s still a WIP, and well I’ll just give a short insight of the meaning; it’s about a person with inferiority complex! Against who? Or what? Let’s leave it at that!