Is it, really?

Me. Mediocre.

Slouching in my office chair, swallowing Tylenol with Monster.

Is it up to me?

Toe rings, ripped jeans, Hogwarts varsity jacket.

Looking sixteen at twenty-three.

Already burnt-out.

Is it up to me?

Do I have the whole world in my hands?

It's risk.

It's responsibility.

It's reward.

And whatever I am, it's up to me?