It was told to me once
That I was beautiful
I have been conceited ever since
It was told
That I was confident once
Ever since I have been egomaniacal
It was shared with me
That I cared too much for how I looked
They now call me self-absorbed
It was rumored
That I was a fashionable guy
Now they cough “faggot” as I walk by
I earned at a point
A good deal of money
I have never stopped being spoiled
It was viewed by many
That I was a comical kid
Apparently I’ve never matured
There was a point
When I relieved my life of stress
It helps them along to continue calling me a cocksucker
Finally I unveiled to myself
That the world is an office of critics
And I am their breaking news