Verbal Ornamentation

Suffering
from an inferiority complex,
I gouge my name into everything
I think is mine;
and frame
every stain
as a painted work of art.

These fingers
won't strike the lettered buttons
into alphabetical structure
within the grandiosity of my broken imagination.
I speak so easily without conviction.
My left eye is selfless,
my right covetous to a flaw.

It's a chemical reaction;
when you catch my face in a crowd,
and I return the stare
for a brief moment;
as you seem to finally perceive
my verbal ornamentation;
in all its narcissistic display.



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