You told me I wasn’t good enough
for years on end
You said I’d never be loved
You said I’d never make friends
You told me I was grossly proportioned
and smiled like the Cheshire Cat
You said I was far too bony
You said I was far too flat
You told me I was worthless and unnecessary
and suggested I make it all end
You said that no one would miss me
You said no other option could contend
You showed me how
You told me when
But I took the gun from my temple
and I shot you instead