#14

Eyes Swollen To The Size Of My Arrogance,
My Ego In Place Of My Head,
Am I The Underserved?
Or, Perhaps I Was Subconsiously Asking...
Does It Seem To Hurt More Because I Enjoy This,
The Martyr Iconic Self,
Does It Fit The Mold?

I Leave This To My Over Sized Imagination,
Stop The Screaming, Hold Myself In,
I Felt It Coming,
Has It Really Only Been A Day?
In My Mind, An Eternity Of Kicks,
Wasted Days And Like Minded Dramas,
Of The Over Grown Ego. I Resent This,
Does This Icon Suit Me Now?

The Mirror Image, The Green Eyes,
They Arn't Used To Staring Into The Brightness,
So Soft, Suductive But Destructing,
The Spoken Nature, Tasting So Bitter,
Until The Scream Comes Out,
And The People's Eyes Close. Don't See Me Now.