Don't pay heed to mersey.
I was not flirting.
I felt like the ugly one
Out of charlies lot.
Flirting would be the last
Thing on my mind.
The place was like a small town.
Bran flakes. All the Fars
I have met have been crazy.
Paps. I was not funny.
I was just easy on the eye.
So I liked to try and be nice,
And bantering along too.
I need to get a job.
Got the rest of your
Life to work. I did need work.
I had to go back to
My bank to pay the
Money needed because
It was my personal bank.
The bank I put wages
In from the supermarket
I worked at. The college
Classes I dropped so
I could work overtime
To pay for a long shot,
In vain hope that I could
Silence the naysayers.
I was not funny. And
I was only easy on the eye.
At least I could say
I am an athlete. I am someone.
Even though I felt,
Like an imposter in my own skin.
I had worked my socks off
To get here. And I
Knew it was now or never.
I could go back to
College anytime. This
Was a once in a life time
Opportunity and I had
To grab the bull by the horns.
I was travelling to compete
And I feigned illness to my work.
I did what I had to do.
When I became unwell,
Infinity evaporated before my eyes.
I never felt invincible.
But this was too,
Young for a breakdown.
And in his kingdom
Lucifer laughs as another
Falls and he says
Welcome to hell
It is not as bad as you think.
It has been with you
All this time and
You tried to pretend otherwise.
And I shake his hand
And say thanks for
Rescuing me brother.
Here you answer to no-one,
Isn't that what you
Have always wanted?
At least someone sees
Having my soul as worthy.