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
Copyright © Andrea Storrier | Year Posted 2018
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