I think if you took the time to get to know me, you still wouldn’t know me at all,
your inflated sense of self worth makes everything around you seem so small.
You’ve tried all the coolest drugs and all the girls look your way,
but they’d forget you in a moment if they were with you for just one day.
Your interests are not your own but the hot list of that week,
your opinions, thoughts and arguments are always only skin deep.
You call yourself a Byronic hero but you’ve never read Byron,
This simple ignorance, defines your whole character and rings out like a siren,
To those with any education who speak to you for a good length of time,
but you’ll still fool those in passing with one seemingly knowledgeable line.
Your whole personality is this artificial creation,
Built on vague things you have heard with no substantiation.
Narcissism is not a character trait, it is the very essence of who you are,
but in this world of fakes and fools its likely you’ll go far.
I used to feel angry, rage at the situation,
I had violent thoughts to express my frustration,
Because I believed in my heart, that you could change,
Because there was once a person that I liked who shared your name,
You put on a front but this new person remained,
because once the core is rotten the whole apple is the same.
You can gloss up the outside make it seem fresh and new,
But dig a little deeper and I’m again faced with you.
So now, I can forget you exist, like you were blown away with the dust,
My emotions are no longer stirred by you, you lost your last bit of trust,
You could be gone for months and on your return my reaction would be the same,
as if you had walked out of the door and straight back in again.
You used to be a friend of mine but I’ve forgotten why,
I wouldn’t care if I never saw you again. I wouldn’t even say goodbye.
Again, he says it all.
