Mother warned me not to be too absorbed In the mirror. I need to instead pay attention To the world around me. “To form an identity, One needs not to worry about perfection.” She said. But, mother, you are apathetic If I am anything but. I calm my impulses.
I buy and obsess over material possessions by impulse. Catch me with a teen magazine, completely absorbed As I block out the real world with an apathetic Attitude. As I sit and read, I pay attention To the celebrities who demonstrate perfection. I will copy their traits to form my identity.
Lost in this dreary world, searching for identity, I collect people’s personalities, stealing them on impulse. Searching for happiness coincides with the pursuit of perfection. I laugh at those who say I am self absorbed, That say I am only looking for attention, When it comes to criticism, I am apathetic.
I don’t care that I come off as apathetic. It just happens to be part of my identity. I don’t do it for attention. Or maybe I do? I’m too impulsive. I’m only this way because I’m self absorbed. Obsessed with the idea of perfection.
I look at myself and all I see is perfection. Others may see me with nothing but apathetic Stares, but they are simply too absorbed With their own problems of their identities. Not my fault that they don’t feel the impulse To love me. I don’t need their petty attention.
That was a lie, I live for attention. Can’t everyone see I am the human embodiment of perfection? Without their validation, I may act on my impulses. And then when they ask why I did it, I will be too apathetic To care. Dangerous and beautiful is my identity. It isn’t so bad to be self absorbed.
I am absorbed in myself, desperate for attention My identity relies solely on the thought of perfection I am only apathetic because I care too much about myself. Here they come again, the impulses