I kept thinking..is it me?
No..
It's you..
You're so conceited.
I dare not say it out.
You ears are to listen to your voice.
Mouth is to speak your mind,
Regardless of the damage it might do.
Hands to express your anger.
You did it again.
You conceited little fool.
Free me From you.
I don't want to be a monster.
I just want to be me.
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