OBIT

I carry around your obituary

It’s not a burden but a memory

And I wonder if this is all It can be

When I look in the mirror and it’s me

Your schematics your genetics

bestowed on me for greatness

its not an option Or an opinion

I won’t be your fucking minion

I’m a giant lioness but

You underestimate me with a quickness

Pass me off for a pest at your earliest convenience

Hide behind your addiction or capacity

How could you even have the audacity

I’m a Child not a virus

Your trash was someone’s treasure

It’s been decades but still I get headaches

Or should I call it heart

You gave me a bad one too

I would trade my dimples for something simple like self confidence

My own reflection is a reminder

Of something you created but didn’t extort

But half way through the mission you didn’t abort abort abort

I guess I should be lucky

And start counting the stars

1 2 3 but there isn’t many to see

Not a long list

It’s easy to see

The things you have missed

It’s all about me

I over compensate

I’m self indulgent

I’m egotistical

I have traits of narcissism

I have abandonment issues

And my idea of self worth is lacking