Beaten Down
Had a high self-esteem
And so it was beaten down
I thought that in my trade i was supreme
And now I feel myself drown
I have been felled for the first time
And many more times to come
No longer in my prime
Now I feel like scum
So I no longer care
Apathetic
I no longer have a prayer
No longer sympathetic
A state of neutrality
I stare blankly into space
Torn away from reality
And the tears stream down my face
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