Do you like watching me?

If I inspire you.
And you don't give thanks.

I'll feel short-changed.
And I'll become bitter.

I can see you, watching me.
In the corner of my eye.

I can dance to a song in my head.
I can dance, and everyone calls me weird.

But I am alive.
And I am unafraid!

Flattery is only as good as it's given.
Those who are ungrateful, aren't truly alive.

They are only playing pretend.
As though they are still adolescent.

I'm jaded now.
I'm closing myself off from other people now.

I've been hurt too much.
Enough is enough.

I regret being born
Life is such a bore....