Why Don't I Just Talk To You
by Happy Hiram
I hate the part of me that identifies with you
Seeking for dark beauty in ugly things
I take your gig, and add it to mine
My 1990's meta meta meta everything.
The two together become a funhouse
Mirrors filled with anger, hate, and self-loathing.
It's so monotonous
So I don't read you anymore
I don't comment on you
Your name comes up
Like Mount Rushmore
The 800lb. elephant in the room.
But everything I say
Becomes about you
Because I am mirrors
And you are Narcissus.
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