The hopefulness makes me sick
The joy makes me angry
The "there's always a tomorrow"
Makes me want to spit back that its something I'll never see
I feel bitter
Like the whole world is gnawing on my skin
That life is like a competition
I know I'll never win
I'm so unsettled over it
I'm just a poor sport
That I can't accept
Life will always be for me losing and short