Pathetic little thing
Even you have no clue who in the hell you really are
Self-esteem permanently scarred.
High on the throne
Everyone else has the problem, certainly not you
You’re too busy stroking the ego you’ve fueled
Simply being there for you is impossible
Which version of you am I friends with today?
You’re content with leading your own identity astray.
As you pull yourself around
One fanatical obsession after the next
Ignore the wake you leave behind and the lives you have wrecked.
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