Uppers / Downers

You won’t find me

Buried in my notebook

I’ll be the one that’s self crucified

'Cause I did this to myself

I hammered my own nails

While I exclaim:

I’m not a poet to inspire, barely made it through

The expectations of myself, and everything I do

To look up to me is to look down on everything

To look up to me is to look down on everything

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