Let this be a poem of my selfishness,
Where I talk about me,
And my problems.
Let this start with my voice,
Unheard,
But demanding.
Always nonsense,
Always unnecessary.
Let this continue with my visuals,
Unseen,
But ugly.
Always ignored,
Always a mess.
Let this end with my thoughts,
Dark,
And violent.
Always craving death,
Always my death.
Let this be a selfish poem.
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