When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me
It’s like taking a mental picture
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-