I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VIII: Mince (Hack into the Mainframe) - Crywank

One trick ponies

Mutually lonely

Uprooted trees

Are plastic phonies

Oh god is this it?

Have I really become this ego mess

And everyone close to me can see it

But I can’t and I just continue

Oh god, how often am I thinking not of me as me

But of me as some concept and don’t you dare touch it

And don’t you dare touch it

Ask me and will the response be considered

Or a slithered play with perspective

Until all light and contours of the room are focused on me

I curate this life for us, then ask why it is not enough

I think I know how you see me sometimes

Watching the fake meek wrestle with performed humility

This much time together

We can both say «I see the worst parts of you»

And we so often bring them up with each other