Nothing I do is good enough,
Until you have told me a thousand times.
I am fragile and unkind -
Utterly dependent upon you.
It's a bad way of living, this.
I just don't know how to do any different.
There's no symbol here, no pretty words.
I ran out of those.
I thought I might try honesty for once.
Handle my shy truth with care.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissist
PoéziaI write poems so that you might like me. // Insomnia induced poetry.
