Access is wonderful, isn’t it
To somebody who’s never had it

So have fun with a better version
Of the things I have to work so hard to be

Because you have access to the things
That don’t come easy for me
Not Without weight in my screams
And the skin of my teeth

Because famous friends
And opportunity
Were never given to me

So I’ll kindly be lesser
Work harder
Cry often
And stick a sock in whatever stings the surface of my skin
Or the pits of my stomach

Because I’m still the ******* villain