Why didn't I carry on
I was young
I left the game to start my own
but no one came
If I'm  honest with you
I had no pea in my whistle
A few dogs heard me, hangers on
a self appreciation club
appreciating nothing  

I could have persevered
I had the bits of paper
It takes more than that
I am a nothing
Even shit makes its mark
Not me
I am an invisible stain
who used the world
and blamed it
but never came to terms with it
or myself
I'm too far gone to know the difference now.