Harsh realization pt. 2

Back when I thought I rocked
The world seemed so much brighter
Then I realized I have got to be
Simply the worst writer ever
And I think it makes it worse
Because I thought I was amazing
I thought to myself
This laureate isn't fucking anything
That's why he's famous
And I'm fucking nothing
All the shit that I thought had meaning
Is empty and childish and vague
I thought I could hold my own
With the Vikings, and Irish, and Rock stars
What was I thinking?