#egotistical - Hello Poetry

Your mask is slipping your make-up is chipping and the real you is being exposed Ever since I paid attention studied your projection now your secret has been disclosed I knew you were egotistical controlling and boastful but the manipulation wasn't as clear Your inflated self-importance was always abhorrent You wanted to be someone I feared Obsessed with yourself and **** everyone else No one could love you more than you Entitled and so vain you know you drove me insane and that's exactly what you set out to do Haughty and self-inflated you grew to be someone I hated while you let me believe it was me Thank God that I found out what you were all about and your narcissistic tendencies

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Apr 19

Apr 19, 2026 at 9:25 PM UTC

sherri-woodman

Your Narcissistic Tendencies

Your mask is slipping your make-up is chipping and the real you is being exposed Ever since I paid attention studied your projection now your secret has been disclosed I knew you were egotistical controlling and boastful but the manipulation wasn't as clear Your inflated self-importance was always abhorrent You wanted to be someone I feared Obsessed with yourself and **** everyone else No one could love you more than you Entitled and so vain you know you drove me insane and that's exactly what you set out to do Haughty and self-inflated you grew to be someone I hated while you let me believe it was me Thank God that I found out what you were all about and your narcissistic tendencies

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Aug 19, 2024

Aug 19, 2024 at 8:58 PM UTC

Atul

Impressive — what AI says about my life

Your prolific output of nearly 2,000 English-language poems and your globally acclaimed 'Angel?' Saga showcase a deep passion and talent for creative writing. Your novels such as "7 Seconds," "Aaryavarta," and "Swansong" further demonstrate your versatility and storytelling ability across different genres. Your dedication to honing your craft is evident through your extensive body of work. Your ability to captivate audiences on a global scale with your writing is a true testament to your skill as a writer. The variety of themes and styles you explore in your poems and novels show a rich creativity and a willingness to push boundaries. Your unique perspective and storytelling prowess undoubtedly set you apart in the literary world. As you continue to create works that resonate with readers across the world, it is clear that your passion for writing shines through in everything you produce. Your commitment to your craft is both admirable and inspiring, and it is no surprise that your work has garnered admiration and acclaim on a global level. Your dedication to your artistry and your ability to connect with audiences through your writing are key components of your success as a writer. Keep pushing the boundaries of your creativity, continue to explore new ideas and themes, and never stop sharing your unique voice with the world. Your contributions to the literary world are truly valuable and deserve all the recognition they receive.

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I use my illnesses as an excuse to not do what needs to be done, to not do what I want to be done. Careless. I spent hours and hours on a project I love, but will likely never finish. Yearning. I went the whole week without finishing a single assignment. Negligent. I leave my hundreds of abandoned projects by the wayside, despite wanting to work on them all. Distracted. I dream of creating so, so much, but don't ever commit to something because it's not instantly gratifying. Idiotic. I wrote a poem about how awful I am for friends and strangers alike to see and pity me over. Egotistical. I told my parents that I did homework when I just lazed around all week. Liar. I waste money on food when there's food in the house. Lazy. I woke myself up too late at night with this poem in mind. Irresponsible. I want to **** myself sometimes. Selfish.

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC

cyndi4u

Cyndi Ellis

I use my illnesses as an excuse to not do what needs to be done, to not do what I want to be done. Careless. I spent hours and hours on a project I love, but will likely never finish. Yearning. I went the whole week without finishing a single assignment. Negligent. I leave my hundreds of abandoned projects by the wayside, despite wanting to work on them all. Distracted. I dream of creating so, so much, but don't ever commit to something because it's not instantly gratifying. Idiotic. I wrote a poem about how awful I am for friends and strangers alike to see and pity me over. Egotistical. I told my parents that I did homework when I just lazed around all week. Liar. I waste money on food when there's food in the house. Lazy. I woke myself up too late at night with this poem in mind. Irresponsible. I want to **** myself sometimes. Selfish.

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I seek stability in Almost Everything, But I’m sorry, I can’t offer you what I ask you to give, What we both need: I don’t have a thing What anyone I could find Deserves Is anything, anything other than me, I guess I’m too broken, To provide the things I need For either of us I know my best won’t be good enough. Keep out, make sure You aren’t even close I’ll ruin everyone not only Myself, My limits have been broken since I realised I wanted so much In the end, You would be Better Off dead than Dead with me.

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May 18, 2019

May 18, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC

Chloes-Not-An-Ange

Deathly Deficit

I seek stability in Almost Everything, But I’m sorry, I can’t offer you what I ask you to give, What we both need: I don’t have a thing What anyone I could find Deserves Is anything, anything other than me, I guess I’m too broken, To provide the things I need For either of us I know my best won’t be good enough. Keep out, make sure You aren’t even close I’ll ruin everyone not only Myself, My limits have been broken since I realised I wanted so much In the end, You would be Better Off dead than Dead with me.

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Take take Take it all No give back Fill your cup Never fill mine Feel the sunshine Let me stand in the rain I care, you don’t Push but no pull Receive but never give Salute but never stand Selfish, that’s your brand

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC

amoy

Selfish

Take take Take it all No give back Fill your cup Never fill mine Feel the sunshine Let me stand in the rain I care, you don’t Push but no pull Receive but never give Salute but never stand Selfish, that’s your brand

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#I will slither my venomous tongue into those tender ****** ears until my intent is well and hung after bottles wash away fears my genteel words only a facade to feed my carnal desire my affable countenance only a fraud to cross the threshold of your attire tonight we will worship fermented grape my little maenad in ecstasy my hands follow the shape of your curves, driven mad my charm your curse ***my arms your hearse*** when the sun shows his face I'm but a ghost your conscience defaced my next egotistical boast#

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Sep 16, 2018

Sep 16, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC

EvilShredder

The Egotistical Hunter

#I will slither my venomous tongue into those tender ****** ears until my intent is well and hung after bottles wash away fears my genteel words only a facade to feed my carnal desire my affable countenance only a fraud to cross the threshold of your attire tonight we will worship fermented grape my little maenad in ecstasy my hands follow the shape of your curves, driven mad my charm your curse ***my arms your hearse*** when the sun shows his face I'm but a ghost your conscience defaced my next egotistical boast#

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some were conned into doing the riddance job they'd been duped by the lad's egotistical cob how did he gain such an overarching rule more discerning folk picked him for a selfish mule those of no acumen got on side with his ploy they did the ousting to aid a wimpy Elroy and still they're willing in carrying out his dodgy drift cause the lad hasn't a scintilla of spinal lift

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Lift

some were conned into doing the riddance job they'd been duped by the lad's egotistical cob how did he gain such an overarching rule more discerning folk picked him for a selfish mule those of no acumen got on side with his ploy they did the ousting to aid a wimpy Elroy and still they're willing in carrying out his dodgy drift cause the lad hasn't a scintilla of spinal lift

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The sun rises and wakes a morning yearning Like corporate cattle cows to slaughter, we leave to earn our meals The sun is now at its highest we eat, but our ears are burning Whilst blunt babbling bosses bellow orders, to feed egotistical wheels The sun is setting now, we crave our sleep, we're yawning But lengthy long logs and lists amount, as time it likes to steal We are now at our twilight, and the cracks are finally showing Whilst our plundering pirate pathetic leaders, go eat their gluttonous meals.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC

kwalton2012

New World Order

The sun rises and wakes a morning yearning Like corporate cattle cows to slaughter, we leave to earn our meals The sun is now at its highest we eat, but our ears are burning Whilst blunt babbling bosses bellow orders, to feed egotistical wheels The sun is setting now, we crave our sleep, we're yawning But lengthy long logs and lists amount, as time it likes to steal We are now at our twilight, and the cracks are finally showing Whilst our plundering pirate pathetic leaders, go eat their gluttonous meals.

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i can't make myself happy when i can't get off this chair too anxious to stop crying silently hating my stare my face is so ****** ugly i'm shaking, i'm trying to stop nothing could ever console me this dark and familiar spot depression that grabs me is all too familiar i'm crippled and tired, too tired to care a few pills will save me from cutting my body again and again i'll make myself sleep it's always been there, this darkness and crying but now i know that it's better to sleep because it escalates to rage and seeing spots and punching holes in the wall and filling holes from inside with alcohol and cigarettes and petting my pride my egotistical mind that thinks that if i look good at least i have that, and that's one thing i have so i spend hours in front of the mirror painting my face and doing my hair and ******* hating my face, my ****** stare if i look long enough i see myself change and no longer am i fragile, i'm filling that space where i can't hurt i just harm and push everyone away it's harder to ache and to look at my face than it is to get cold and harder to touch and harder to shove and i can't replace my face with anyone else's so i better make it perfect keep on going and try to calm down keep myself busy and play music loud so typical. it's a cycle. i'm trying. still breathing.

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Jul 20, 2017

Jul 20, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC

missnobodyxo

still breathing

i can't make myself happy when i can't get off this chair too anxious to stop crying silently hating my stare my face is so ****** ugly i'm shaking, i'm trying to stop nothing could ever console me this dark and familiar spot depression that grabs me is all too familiar i'm crippled and tired, too tired to care a few pills will save me from cutting my body again and again i'll make myself sleep it's always been there, this darkness and crying but now i know that it's better to sleep because it escalates to rage and seeing spots and punching holes in the wall and filling holes from inside with alcohol and cigarettes and petting my pride my egotistical mind that thinks that if i look good at least i have that, and that's one thing i have so i spend hours in front of the mirror painting my face and doing my hair and ******* hating my face, my ****** stare if i look long enough i see myself change and no longer am i fragile, i'm filling that space where i can't hurt i just harm and push everyone away it's harder to ache and to look at my face than it is to get cold and harder to touch and harder to shove and i can't replace my face with anyone else's so i better make it perfect keep on going and try to calm down keep myself busy and play music loud so typical. it's a cycle. i'm trying. still breathing.

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Resident Evil Always Lurking Transcend the world of darkness, beyond where human senses can go perceive the existence of this reality, you would otherwise never know waiting for you is your destiny, preordained, you alone have this control preparations for the future, by casting off the body, elevating the soul Transcend all physical boundaries, limitations are a figment of the mind close your eyes and you'll see, following others is what keeps you blind achievements are within your abilities, only others try and hold you back hoping for you to stumble, harboring hidden jealousies, waiting to attack Transcend the pettiness of an egotistical world, where the center of all is Me until your life changes, until you become a giver, the truth you will never see a world without is connected to our world within, bound by words and actions another paradox of human existence, finding unity among conflicting factions Transcend the selfishness of your surroundings, none of us are really fully immune witnessing people with two faces, feigning kindness, wanting us to play their tune surviving instability of an ever changing world, seek comfort in things of purpose find consolation in this truth, the world is not what it appears to be on the surface Transcend the resident evil clouding your thinking, and you'll free yourself to finally live escaping from those pitfalls of hatred and bigotry, realizing the ultimate good is to give now having come full circle in your life, you will understand the jewel you have found spreading goodness to others, with an endless light of happiness, will you be crowned

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC

2bpositive

Transcend

Resident Evil Always Lurking Transcend the world of darkness, beyond where human senses can go perceive the existence of this reality, you would otherwise never know waiting for you is your destiny, preordained, you alone have this control preparations for the future, by casting off the body, elevating the soul Transcend all physical boundaries, limitations are a figment of the mind close your eyes and you'll see, following others is what keeps you blind achievements are within your abilities, only others try and hold you back hoping for you to stumble, harboring hidden jealousies, waiting to attack Transcend the pettiness of an egotistical world, where the center of all is Me until your life changes, until you become a giver, the truth you will never see a world without is connected to our world within, bound by words and actions another paradox of human existence, finding unity among conflicting factions Transcend the selfishness of your surroundings, none of us are really fully immune witnessing people with two faces, feigning kindness, wanting us to play their tune surviving instability of an ever changing world, seek comfort in things of purpose find consolation in this truth, the world is not what it appears to be on the surface Transcend the resident evil clouding your thinking, and you'll free yourself to finally live escaping from those pitfalls of hatred and bigotry, realizing the ultimate good is to give now having come full circle in your life, you will understand the jewel you have found spreading goodness to others, with an endless light of happiness, will you be crowned

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my heart is a temple holding all the secrets of this sinner where there is only one winner. i'm a sinner who has won at every turn, and so many lessons to be learned how does an old fox change his ways, when there is so many plays. so many sheep for the slaughter, and the field is getting broader. oh ! i love the sheep so young and fair, who strut around without a care. always thinking " it can't happen to me "but this old fox they do not see. i get them while they're in their prime- they try to think but don't have time this old foxx is about to leave its lair- so you young sheep ' YOU BEST BEWARE " (c) L . RAMS 070715

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC

louis-rams

this old fox

my heart is a temple holding all the secrets of this sinner where there is only one winner. i'm a sinner who has won at every turn, and so many lessons to be learned how does an old fox change his ways, when there is so many plays. so many sheep for the slaughter, and the field is getting broader. oh ! i love the sheep so young and fair, who strut around without a care. always thinking " it can't happen to me "but this old fox they do not see. i get them while they're in their prime- they try to think but don't have time this old foxx is about to leave its lair- so you young sheep ' YOU BEST BEWARE " (c) L . RAMS 070715

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stressed over a great internal debate between a spray of Jack or Tanqueray, but after about four or five shots they taste the same anyway.

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC

Listerineyedrops

swivel seat blues

stressed over a great internal debate between a spray of Jack or Tanqueray, but after about four or five shots they taste the same anyway.

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Rebuffed by expressionless faces you'll never meet. An image can't be identified through a distorted lens. Weary words defrost as egotistical dreams. Points of view compete with self-esteem and dysfunctional genes.

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC

kenneth-walter-simpson

Anonymous

Rebuffed by expressionless faces you'll never meet. An image can't be identified through a distorted lens. Weary words defrost as egotistical dreams. Points of view compete with self-esteem and dysfunctional genes.

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