كلمات I Love You But I’ve Chosen Me (Part VIII)

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