self loathing by: e.l.

Why must I always look down, when I'm already much closer to the ground? Like the sights of what's above haven't any charisma, echo or oft repeated stigma. It explains the height of my burden.

The height of my burden it explains, my ultimate hatred for taller things.
Like the dirt we return too beneath our feet. Waste and feces is my frequent treat. It explains the height of my burden.

Like the stone I'm toughest foundation, The perfection of my own creation.
So why must I be sadden by truth, that I have not grown since my youth.
It explains the height of my burden.

The height of my burden it explains, that I am much taller when I stand on things.
Wow I say to this upper view, when looking down is all I do
it explains the height of my burden.