you're my biggest fan, right?
whatever you think, you don't adore me more
than i do myself
narcissism be damned
i can accurately know my effort
what all i did to achieve something
as opposed to an outsider.
they see my smarts
and the lack of effort i put into the day normally
and assume all other things get the same attention.
just because the people i interact with
for the most part do not deserve effort,
does not mean implied lack of effort elsewhere
who made you professor
on discourse about human affection?
for what you have ever experienced
you sure seem to know more than you let on
or are you just trying to police being happy and proud?
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
