It is pitiful
Validation of myself
Rests on other folks.
What a sorry life.
Sometimes I think I'm OK
Sane and peachy keen
Make myself a slave
Worse than that, a lost lap dog
What a sorry life!
I do know better
But it always ends the same
Hollow on my own
When I get a crumb
I beg for another one
Never am content.
"Should come from within--"
Better yet, from higher power
Just a begging dog!