It takes a toll of my life everyday,
Those Pesky things.

The ones that prove how much I'm worth;
The ones that show I'm here.

Here suffering, here crying.
And not heartless as assumed

Parallel worlds would only know;
Maybe a different one of me to the bone would testify against thee, and then it would be revealed of my extraterrestrial; aggressive self esteem.

He despised these feelings he got;
For when they were present,
Anything stopped seeming so perfect.

—NOTVANTE