I sit upon a pedestal
My obsession with attention is rooted deep
So deep, that it doesn't appear to you
My pedestal draped in black cloth
Never stands out
You only notice it when you are too far in
My narcissism lines my insides
And so does my habit of manipulation
It runs it's mouth 70% of the time
And I wish it didn't
It's hurting my look
Of being "too kind for my own good"
I'm deceptive, like I said
It's in my nature
So don't be surprised if you get your heartbroken
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Violently Silent : Poetry
PoesíaFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
