Anything I accomplished is miniscule
I made a minute degree of mattering
I was that the kid in the corner
The one ready to get knocked out of existence
That piece of dirt on your shoe?
Yeah that was me waiting to be stepped on over and over again
I use to think that way
I was a walking time bomb ready to explode
Back then I was an enemy of myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem