Not another loser

Oh please
Not another whining
Obsessed squeeze

You churn them out
They're all the same
No one loves me
My parents hate me
I think I'm going insane

Oh please
Not more of this
Self obsessed tease

You look for recognition
And get excited by admiration
For your boring
Inward looking pile of cheese

Oh how I long
For a fresher breeze

This was inspired after a look at some of my own work from the distant
and near past!