You told me I’m self-centered.
I think I just might be.
Engulfed in my every thought,
an egoic mind may make me a sinner
but inner dialogue is not so easily controlled.
as if I don’t already wish I could quiet every word that rolls around in my head without intention of escape.
berate me with a truth I know to well already.
add more to the brim-filled baggage that has since grown far too heavy.
there is never silence
there is never peace
there is never rest within a head like this.
there is never a fault I can simply miss.
there is only thought, unavoidable and loud,
proud in its power over me,
reminding me of what I’ll never be:
someone who’s not self-centered.
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