So Egotistical

Why does it always

Always – have to be

About you.

Your trials.

Your tribulations

Your suffering.

Yet you can't see

What's right in front

Of your eyes.

My mood swings

My problems

And my wounds.

And whilst I lay

Awake at night

Crying

You're still convinced

That it's all

All – About you.

Isn't it funny

That I can't work out

Who's more self-centred

You or me.