I couldn't see straight because I had no interest in doing so,
they told me it would be nearly impossible to fix something that wasn't broken
but I continued to try, to put forth maximum effort at showing my talents for apathy,
And then I could stand for nothing and everything at the same time,
so then no one would would believe me too much,
or too little,
or not enough
I had a sick taste in my mouth for the plight of the unfamiliar,
always feeling sorry for people I lacked interest in initially,
always having my priorities in the wrong order,
according to someone whose opinion I was uncertain how to value
And then I thought I could appraise all of this,
that I had the wherewithal to tell you what I was worth,
but I didn't,
because I felt something,
at first not enough,
then a little bit,
and then---
and then too much
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