I'm Awesome.
I'm awesome.
At least that's what everyone else seems to say.
What happens when all except my "awesome" self
Can be suggestive to view me this way?
Constant, consistent, continuous compliments
Acknowledged with a seemingly comparable smile,
Yet behind the mock grin lie stored insecurities
I've successfully trapped inside for a while.
I'm awesome, I'm awesome.
Maybe saying it twice will permanently make me believe
That I truly am as beautifully strong and honestly sincere
As others around me claim that they see.
Could I honestly be as awesome as they say?
If I don't affirm their encouragements as true?
If I'm not practicing what I preach?
If I don't give myself credit where it's due?
I am awesome,
And this time, I think I actually believe it.
I can conquer the world, and I will.
Just give me the chance, and I'll take it.
I'm as awesomely awesome
As an awesome person could be.
The burdens of mankind have certainly been lifted,
Thank heavens, I'm finally free.