Despise me with all your scorn
Treat me with disdain
I judge you everyday
In every shameful way.
Hate me with all you passion
Feed me to the scavengers
I weigh you by what adorns you
By the numbers that destroy.
Love me with all your fire
Touch me, with your lips
It's a facade, my strength
I'm a weak narcissist; it's the most pitiful kind
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