Poetry of thought

self centered

I have the suspicion
Everything is about me.
I know it's not true,
It's completely self centered.
And I can't help it.

Every word whispered while I pass.
Every glance in a conversation.
Every work of literature I read.

It's like they know I'm listening.
Making sure I hear their words.

Arguing weather I'm horrible,
Or even worse than that.
Telling me discretely to move away.

It's terrifying.