My life is a disaster,
I can't do anything right,
I'm a total failure,
But I'm okay with that.

My hair is a rats nest,
My clothes are in tatters.
My face is falling apart,
But I'm okay with that.

I can't afford food,
My muscles are weak,
My bones are crumbling,
But I'm okay with that.

I work all day,
But still don't bring home enough pay.
I can't pay the taxes,
But I'm okay with that.

I've scamed the phone company twice,
Just to talk to my family,
And I still can't pay the bill.
But I'm okay with that.

I eat spaghetti with butter,
Because I can't afford the sauce.
I can barely afford the butter,
But I'm okay with that.

People tell me it's temporary,
It's just a bad run of luck,
But it feels like a marathon and I'm in last place.
But I'm okay with that.

I've quit my last five jobs,
I'm a month behind on the rent,
And the power's been shut off.
But I'm okay with that.

I've accepted my faults,
My lack of money,
My stupid pride.
I've accepted starvation,
My ratty hair,
My weak side.
I've accepted that I'm a screw up,
That I'm a failure,
That I lie.
I've accepted it all but yet I still wonder,
If this is a life-long marathon,
Will I collapse and die?