Wazowski

On days where I’m depleted of joy and I get worn out by my own feelings
On days I get so in my head that I get upset at my own anger
On those days when my confidence slumbers and I feel like cracked glass held up by nothing but air
You still find the courage to see the good that’s left in me
Because you understand; 

The things that have made me the way I am
Have little to do with me

During desperate moments
Where I find it impossible to find
Even a shred of decency in me
Let alone something to like
Or aspire to be
You still choose to see potential
Somewhere deep inside me
Far from the superficial charisma
That carries me to shore on the daily

It is in those crucial moments
Where you make me feel something
When I’m incapable of feeling anything
That I wish I were you
I bet I’d be kind to myself too