I’m a downward spiral of self-loathing, hatred and despair

  I know no matter where I go that I’m not welcome anywhere

  Who could love an ugly mug as hideous as mine?

  No one to kiss or hug or hold; no, not on company time

  ‘Cause no matter where I go, I always bring myself

  I sure don’t think any less of those who don’t care enough to help

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  I’m a paper tiger; washed away in a monsoon

  I’m a frog in a well,

  That isn’t doing so swell;

  A wounded wretch set to bleed out soon.

  I used to think I hated me

  But since then, I’ve forgiven

  I realize now that all I’ve done

  Is spurn what I’ve been given

  And even if this tainted gift

  Is something I don’t want or need

  I’ll make the best with what I have

  And any more is simply greed.