I wish I wasn't broken. I wish I wasn't so "vain." Apparently I'm "egotistical" And drive quite a few people insane.
But how is this so, When I'm so insecure? And I can't ever help myself, for always wanting more.
Why judge one for smiling, Because you're not? Just because I'm making sweet memories, And you're making less than lot.
Don't judge a book, By it's cover. You never know exactly, what lies under.
The first two stanzas are something I was working on all morning. Recently someone noticed how many pictures I take of myself, and they called me "egotistical". It kind of hurt my feelings, but I blew it off and instead of being rude, I wrote this. I take photos of myself enjoying the scenery and people around me. If they have a problem with it, then confront me about it. I don't see how it bothers others, if what I'm doing doesn't even effect them. End rant. :)