I'm that bad.

You're so awesome,
I want to build a shrine to you,
Because you clearly know everything
There ever was to know
About anything.
Your supreme intelligence astounds me,
Your ability to take belittling
To a whole new level,
Just makes me want to give up
Anything and everything I ever enjoyed,
Because I'm clearly not good.
In fact,
I am shit, I am immature,
I can't do anything
When I compare myself to you,
Because you are just so clearly
Better than me.
Teach me,
Oh master of the universe.
Why don't you come to my house,
Prove to me
That the only other thing I've ever had talent for
I'm shit at too.
Or, you could stop,
Think
Wonder
If maybe, just maybe,
Your voiceless words
Are kicking someone,
Who always had that voice in their head.
Now you add your own vitriol,
To the poison I already have.
Tell me I'm shit,
Tell me I'm that bad.

Tell me something I don't fucking know.