they know exactly who they are
my skeleton feelsalmost mercurial musclesshifting beneath this paperthinflesh rigidrazors ravagingrelentlessly as i shed thetumorsofwho i longed to be: clumsycharlatanscatcalling forchangeinanefforttoshift theattentionfromtheirown constant calamitous crimes of ego. some mornings i fucking hate it here when i see the rampant narcissistic decay infecting art caricatures clamoring for the spotlight playing hidden politics in lieu of actual talent […]