One more grave, I am done

The fool is me;

It is not you.

I promised to stay selfish;

it was the only promise I followed all the way through.

I self-prophesied to be much at an age so little.

I would slowly carve away the stone,

because a shallow-soul is not one of a quitter.

I litter my peers with concern,

and I sprinkle them with disaster.

I wanted to be great,

but I turned out quite the latter.