It's Not A Nintendo, Mom! (It's A Playstation)

This can't be everything I screamed at twenty six Dragging my dignity behind me like a bag of bricks Just trying to fight off this overwhelming sense Of feeling like I embody complete irrelevance I've carried this crutch too long, avoided new connections And hid behind a box collecting these reactions Did anybody get to know me, or was I just stuck in the background And left without making a single sound Cause any attention I brought upon myself won't last And no one wants to be reminded of a shitty past I cultivated this persona to deflect all my faults Spent many nights just punching walls And all these photographs I put my name on won't mean a fucking thing Cause who cares to relive all of these dirty moments About to end my 30s work unknown And somehow I don't even feel alone All of this despite becoming comfortable in crowds And finally letting myself put this camera down I lost myself behind this lens Cause I didn't care to socialize and this was my defense Terabytes of data now collect digital dust