The Mind of a Teenage Nothing

I am a consience in a meatsack,
walking around on a floating rock in a galaxy named after a candy bar.

I’m fueled by Red Bull and teenage angst.

I am fragile, although my body is strong.
The tiniest thing will crack my anatomy from the inside, 
until it spiderwebs through to the surface.

My mind is a temple, defiled by rock music and bad TV programming.

I could recite binary code faster than I could recite Shakespeare. 

I am unique, if unique meant one of maybe 3 other people that kinda look like me,
 except for the self-loathing and low self esteem.

My greatest feats are someone else’s greatest failures.
and all my fears are another’s desire.