you stop and smile
say i've done well
i flick my hair and
say i know
.
can't bite back
a scathing remark
tack on a "better than you"
and leave you in the dark
.
it's not that
i want to be smug
you state the obvious
and i've always been too honest
can't comprehend social norms.
.
well, i bet
you want to hate me
we both know you probably don't
sadly it's the same with me
.
i know i'm a
far cry from perfect
but why should anyone
else need to know?
i hide behind
snide retorts and overconfidence
a cold exterior and a heart of stone
.
but
maybe i'm trying
much too hard
maybe i'm crying
in the dark
maybe i know that i'm
not flawless
.
maybe i just live off
self-preservation
this is a product of a sick person.
artemis is a doll