Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child

Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child prose poem

Photo by Denis Defreyne

These are just random snippets that I will just post together.

Title: Monster minded and egos

Like an enflatted ego is my thought that im a monster. As with Ego you are never as big or bad as you think, but it always makes me wonder, why do i see me as a monster… what have I ever done to fear letting people in… or is it truly just a fear of rejection?

Title: Self esteem is like a dick

My self esteem is like a dick. I have low self esteem, and im a little bit of a dick. If I gain anymore self esteem, i would become a bigger dick.

Group title: Deaths glow ( each is seperate but relates to the same general topic)
{
Deaths breath taste like a marlboro menthol.

By first hand
Or by second hand
Deaths not picky

You take a pull, and it withers…. but it too withers you.
}

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