Of No Consequence

Since the cursed day of my birth
I've been reminded I am no one of worth
Common as dust, another face in the crowd
no one ever expected me to make them proud

Those expectations were easy to aspire
I can go lower, but never any higher
In debasement and humility I am well schooled
but, this is the last time I will be fooled

False flattery and pretty lies
never again will I prize
Hollow sentiments will be shunned
reparations? forget it. You're outgunned

In accepting the truth I am set free
no more problems of being worthless me
True, I have this one fluke of a gift
alas, the rewards lay on the other side of the rift

All my life a twisted mockery, armed with deceptions
empty words, empty hearts, empty reflections
No confusion about my self confidence
For I write quite well...for someone of no consequence.