That's a law of reality,
Things can't get worse forever,
Or you would not be living,
Unless, of course, everyone else was doing better,
And you had that to compare yourself to.
Everything is relative,
Like you're not fast to a kangaroo,
And you're not smart to a genius,
Or rich to a millionaire.
The assumptions I am making about you,
Might be making you pull your hair,
Like you did last night,
When I refused to take a stand,
And told you everything would be alright,
As you held your failures in your hand.
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