Inside me,
I hear these voices,
runnin' across my happiness:
"Girl, you ain't no good!"
"Your social life is totally trash!"
"Why don't you have any friends? Oh, that's right! You don't know how to keep any friends!"
"Oh, please! The people from your past are better off without the likes of you! They haven't had a sweet reminiscence of you as of yet and never will!"
"When they threw you out of the friend zone, they viewed it as a glorious victory!"
"You're a pathetically challenged, lost being that does not fit into this modern day sea of animals, baby."
"Face it: You just aren't fit."
"You're always on the verge of tears...stop it."
Even though I don't answer back,
They keep attacking my mixture of a mind,
until they've kicked me down and won their war.
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