Please. This pressure.
Expectations you have for me.
This better version of me.
This potential, ideal version,
he does not exist.

You gotta know this by now.
I am gonna let you down.
Always, always gonna let you down.

This is done not by my choice per se.
My existence does not purpose itself
in letting you down. No.
It just so happens I will let you down.
I let you down often.

Yes. What were you thinking.
I exclaim my joy for having cheated my death.
And I do because
I have cheated my death.
I mean.
I thought this was ample reason to celebrate.
No?

Little did I know it was really to proclimate
my desire to change to your liking.
No. Much like the death of me itself,
little did I know this had happened.

I am gonna let you down.
Yes. I am gonna let you down.
Jesus h. christ.

And don’t you tell me you’re not talking to me.
Nor tell me what I really mean is let myself down.
I am gonna let you down.