Narcissistic

I am the two-faced disappointment
Lurking in the corners of your mind

I am the independent excuse
Stabbing you through the heart from behind

I feel the rain when others feel hands
As a lover unafraid of pain

I feel scattered and biased and rash
As though my screaming was all in vain

I think in straight lines of black and grey
That by no miracle bleed colour

I think of ways to hide lack of thought
Like an unused knife getting duller

I believe in peace love and knowledge
Gracing everyone's life but my own

I believe what I convince myself
Rejecting and insulting false thrones

I play with chance like some play with decks
Grinning wide when I pull the fool card

I play not on words I play with them
Like best friends on a hateful schoolyard