The Girl- 1/13/99
Little annoyances.
that's what you thrive on.
Little fits.
You believe the world,
revolves around you.
How wrong you are.
Your world shatters,
every time I prove,
my superiority.
I know you live,
why do you insist on proving it?
You think I'm blind?
What is mine,
you want as yours.
Are you well child?
Sanity is my reality,
what is it, you ask.
Proving my point, you are.
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