You’re always pulling your hair out,
Yet whenever I’m around I never see your patches.
Those black and white photos you use for clout,
Show nobody but myself you’re full of scratches.

So wrapped up in your own head,
You don’t ever seem to get.
Every bruise you inflict, I have to bring bandages,
And every scar you carve, I have to sew in stitches.

Why can’t you learn to think about me?
Never let the sticks and stones break bones.
Are you always going to rely upon me?
To catch you a break to let go.

You’re always poking a bear in everyone,
Yet you can’t focus on your own beast.
That cookie dough you bake never goes to anyone,
You begin throwing up your own feast.

So self infatuated,
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