“Your Constant Need…”

 

Your constant need for validation

Haunts my ranging soul

Suffocating on your filth

An unexpected role

 

At times like this I look for sense

As senseless as it is

Then remember you’re obtuse

And possess unmatched hubris

 

Mirrors mirrors on the wall

Telling truths when viewed

Stand in place and take a look

A soul-searching retinue