parka hood

"You're not exactly a cheerful person."
These are the words of a childhood friend who's known me since kindergarten.
It's true that ever since my school days, I've always lived with a sense of inferiority.
A complex about my appearance.
A personality that just didn't quite fit in.
A stutter that still occurs when I'm upset.
The pathetic feeling of not being able to live my life with everything exposed.
But even so, I wrote a song about my selfish desire to love myself.

"Even though I've sung the love I've dedicated to you and it's all in vain,
It seems like I'm the only one who's willing to buy all of my double-dealing self,
Roll it up, wrap it up, and admire it."