To Be Proud

I have been hollow
for years;

why has it taken you
so long to notice?

I have been mute
for lifetimes;

did you only
just now stop talking
long enough to realize
the silence around you?

You thought you were
so smart,

thought you were
better than me,
bigger than me,

but it turns out
you’re just
meaner than me,

and of all the things
to be proud in the world,
that ain’t one.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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