Selfish

Your so wrapped up in your bubble Of self hatred and despair That you don’t even stop or consider Or look up at what is there You nod at all the words Thinking they are just being kind Only sourced from pity They don’t enter your mind You feel like your imperfect Your the only one alone In such a dark deep depression You’ve learned to call it your home But if you looked up, lifted your chin You’d be surprised to see Your bubble of self hatred Has also consumed me