I am egotistical
I am proud
I am self-centred
I want people to like me
I want people to admire me
I want people to want me
But I don't want to have to do anything about it
To exist as an idealised concept
a perfect thought
Nothing more than theory
a perfect outline of an imperfect reality
before I get too close and shatter expectations
Break down
to
the dust
of mistakes
and anxieties
and failed prospects;
everything I keep under wraps;
underneath;
inside.
Outside, I seem.
Inside, I am not.
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