N° 32

When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me

It’s like taking a mental picture
Of myself
With the camera being the eyes
Of my counterpart

Does that one strand fall into my face
The way I know it looks best?
Is my laughter contagious?
Are my eyes sparkling?
Do I look pretty from their point of view?

Why the fuck don’t I concentrate
On my own fucking view

-self obsession vs. self destruction-

N° 26

Was I inspired
Or am I just imitating

Is this something I’m really good at
Or am I just following a trend

Do my words mean anything to others
Or are they just stupid

there’s nothing more stressful than self-doubt