For a moment I started to forget my place in things.
To get ideas above my station. Be arrogant as you say.
To believe I could be loved. What a fool!
I started to think I might achieve something. That I might be a good person.
I even believed, for a while, I’d achieve something worthwhile. Maybe be useful. Maybe make the world a little better in some small way.
Thank god I’ve realised I was just kidding myself. Thank god I know I’m no one.
Thank god, the relief is fantastic. Just be the piece of shit you told me I am.
You’re right. You should have hit me harder, beaten all trace of hope out of me. It would have saved me from myself.
You were right, Dad. I’m nothing.