Self-Pep Talk

Eyo, myself, how goes the song writing process?

                         Ugh, hey Inner Gentleman. Not the best, as you can most likely see.

Lemme take a look at that… Sheesh, you’re a cornball. Who’s it for this time?

                        No one! No one…

Oh come off it, I know us better than that… When you write a song, it’s always for someone… And it’s always for attention.

                         Because that’s the only way I know how…

How to what? Make a fool of yourself? Stick your neck out so yer bloody head will get chopped off?

                        Stop it. It’s not funny.

No. I know damn well it’s not funny. No humor involved in this one. It hurts. It stings quite a bit. But they don’t care about that.

                         My friends told me all I need to do is be more confident.

It was high school. Everywhere you turn it’s a shallow mess of arrogant arseholes.

                         No one gets to know me enough to see your side.

I know. And when they do see my side, it seems so out of place to them. It’s because they’re searching for perfection.

                         But no one is perfect.

Exactly.

                         But I’m not good enough. Maybe I should change…

Wrong. You will always, undoubtedly be the best you can be. And THAT’s what makes you “good enough”. Perhaps they’re the ones who aren’t GOOD ENOUGH to see that.

                         What?

There’s a whole life ahead of us. And I know we WILL find someone good enough for us. Because someday, we’re going to find that person who loves both of us, for every beautifully strange aspect.