The Poem That Should Never Be Seen [Part 1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

But who's going to start fighting now?

But who's going to start fighting now?
I don't feel prepared,
I no longer know what to throw,
I am scared.

I want to start improving,
Because I feel worse every day,
Uglier, dumber, decaying,
I need a way...

I need money,
I need a strategy,
What do I need? Honey...
What page i need now...

I don't need many words,
I need a beginning and an end...
Any start, any standards,
I need to do it now, on the ground...

If only he will find an accessible path...
But will I really be able to put in the effort?
I hate maths,
But I need to learn them to complete my work of art....

So tell me who's going to start,
'Cause i'm not ready,
Who's going to do my work of art,
Him, for the lady...

I think knowing everything made me dumber,
So from now on it will just be me,
I'm going to start fucking you all like a mother fucker worker guys,
It will be me.