Please tell me how great,You feel
When you need to tell me how great I am,
How I find myself in situations where you make me feel better than I am.
I'm not in need of the constant stroking,
The "please don't breath too close to me" poking
Feeling inflated to the n'th degree
When I go home, the mirrors all I see.
What's with it?
This forced perception of my so called need,
The time honored stigma of stardom
Where you alleviate your woes to constantly Feed
Egos.
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