speckled skin and freckled mind
someday i will remember how hard i worked
to obtain some sense of entitlement (no judgment, please)
all i wanted was to impress,
those who never deserved a moment of my time.
how silly, and how happy
i have finally become.
of course there are trials, and tribulations of many
but no longer do i possess the urge

"you're boring"
"unoriginal"
"tasteless"
"pathetic"
"self absorbed"

although all of these items exist in reality
they will stay hidden inside him