Self Absorbed

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ROOMATES

I got a problem
With having a problem
With you being me.
Never ideal, couldn't fit the mold,
Just couldn't go
With the one who came before.
I stand for those
You obviously have forgotten,
Those you ignore and bring shame to.
We are those
Who hold no right
To you
Or anything about you.
We are the made up story
Of a boy
Named victim.
We are a figment
Of your imagination,
Well maybe you've just made it
Sound worse than it really is.
Look around yourself,
You'll do anything
To not know
If we're right
Or wrong.
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