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First of all, know that this poem isn't about me, it's the way I imagine a self-centered person would think

Submitted:Nov 11, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Once again, before you get mad and hate me (for other reasons, okay, but not about this poem!), this is the way I imagine a self-centered person might think!


I'm always a dollar short and a day late

Other people's success is something I hate

I try to be gracious but it's only an act

I try to be positive, but I lack the tact

Why can't it be me getting all the accolades?

Why can't others' marvel at something I've said?

Why is it always the other person who wins?

Why, because life doesn't want me to begin

to have good luck on the creative stage

Why, when I see others' win, it throws me into a rage

Why can't it be me up there in the spotlight?

Why is getting recognition always such a fight?

Why, because I have nothing but bad luck

I'll tell you, constantly finishing second sure does suck!

Why can't others' see the genius in me?

Why can't anyone else see what I so clearly see?

Fine! I guess I'm all alone

in seeing the genius in the works that I've done

Why is it me who's always taking the gas pipe?

I've never gotten the recognition I'm due, in my entire life

Someday soon, people will wake up and realize

they had a genius in their midst, the whole damn time!


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