Wednesday, 25 July 2012
I am nothing, and no one.
You are everything to everyone.
Without you I am nothing,
And when I’m with you I’m no one.
How the hell did we get here?
When did you become the Queen?
And when did I become the Jester?
I cater to your every whim,
And pray you don’t demand
That which I cannot provide;
I’ve got nothing and no one
To lean on but you as my social support;
You’ve got everything and everyone,
But none of them really want you:
I suppose we’re even then.
I suppose it’s only fair that
You are hailed by all
While I’m praised by few;
In the end no one really wants you
Because no one really needs you,
And in the end I have everything
Because in the end I’m not catering to everyone.