Bitter greens
Slithering unseen
Through my dreams
A strenuous subcutaneous existence
Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Wondering through the hollowed chambers of change
Faining pain to gain the upper hand
An expanded sniveling
Yet persistent
Loaves of loathing self-doubt
Trout flopping about
Festering in vain
For everyone and everything they complain about
Has come and gone once more
While they sit in a drawer
Waiting for what has already passed them
Because the unwanted attention was not their intention
They remain
Frozen in suspension
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Something between "The Art of War" (feigning weakness) & crippling insecurity. In college I was told by a classmate that I tended to do this & that I was "fishing for compliments without a license."
Wow, this is powerful.