Self-centered

you started it
and i was just trying to put the finishing touches
and then you cried foul
and call me names

i am just returning what
you have given

and then you said it was dirty
and so unbecoming
of me

you feel that you are a star in your own universe
so be it

burn yourself to death
with that self-made glitter of yours

i am a pebble that you have disregarded
i stare and i do not know how to laugh

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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