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Jun 2014
I’m selfish.
My first instinct is to be selfish, and I know that, but I can’t help myself.
I act rash and I’m a horrible human being, and the worst thing is I know about it straight after I’ve been selfish and feel too bad but too embarrassed to take it back.

I’d rather be a tiger that eats all the deer with complete bliss than the tiger who kills the deer and mourns its death before eating it. There’s no time for mini funerals everyday.

I’m a walking talking disease. Approach me with precaution and i can never hurt you, but approach me with an open heart and no gloves on is like injecting *** right into the bloodstream.

When you’re selfish you turn your back on someone for your own good.
Some people's problem is, always turning back, seeing, SEEING firsthand the disappointment and anger in their face. What I have? eyes built into the back of my head. and I can never forgive myself for any of it.
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Victoria
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