Monday, June 8, 2009

Narcissism by luckicharm33013

It was a beautiful thing when I realized that the person I was with was just smoke...this poem says it all....

How can you look at yourself and see what you see.
How can you hear but not listen.
This world wasn't meant for people like you.
People who think the world is bland,without their presence at hand.
You think your above everyone and everything.
You think this world would shatter without your presence.
You're narcissism at its best

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