Dissy Devil

Dissociated, alone in the crowd Always the wallflower Often ignored, for crying out loud Quite different from the others.. Dispirited, a constant failure No luck in trying hard A pathetic born loser No reward but always scarred.. Dysfunctional, never in tune A lot of potential but no improvement Trying to be optimistic but always doomed Wanting to do so much but couldn’t.. Dismember, anyone in sight When in this attack mode! Sometimes a jaded frame of mind Just can’t help being paranoid.. Disaster, on my part When everyone else calls it crisis Does it really have to be this hard, When in your mid-twenties? This must be my plight So I have come to notice ‘been this long, no end in sight Is there no cure for this disease?