This wasn't meant to be a poem...at all, but it kind of ended up being a free-verse. Tell me what you think.
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Who the hell do you think you are?
You like to pretend you’re bright,
And that everybody needs you,
Just like the sun.
Well, sorry to inform you, darling;
You are not the center of the universe.
Oh, honey, don’t panic.
I’m sure someone loves you.
There always is someone,
Someone that you can throw away,
The minute they forget you’re the center of their world,
Or at least supposed to be.
You love to be whatever that someone is,
While you play yourself up to be one-of-a-kind.
Oh, don’t cry, dear!
I never meant to tell you that you aren’t as unique as you’ve fool yourself,
And everyone else around into thinking,
But whoops, I think I just did.
Get over it..
Disregard it.
Just like you disregard people are alive,
When they aren’t your number one fan.
