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12/12/08

I'm not a needy person
Though I do love being needed
And I do need people
And every aspect of their attention
But only in little bits
I can grow tired of adoration
I don't think it's that I'm insecure
Maybe I'm just indulgent
Maybe I feel people should all
Just want to be around me
And why dig deeper than that
Test the waters of my self doubt?
If there was ever a time
That I, in all my omnipotence,
Could not walk upon water
I suppose this would be it.
Maybe it's good to be lonely
I develop my quirkier side
If I was ever in isolation
Imagine the quirks I'd find
And now I'm writing like Dr. Seuss
Oh, the places I'll fucking go
If I continue on this path
Of pointless thought and free verse
They shouldn't leave pens
Lying around while I'm working
I'll scribble vicariously
As customers decompose.
I think I'm profound but
I'm really just fucking babbling
Psychoanalyzing all I do
Watching a slow self destruction.
It's sad that I can see this happening
And that instead of halting it
I surround myself with anyone
And write lyrics on whatever's near.