Bloody Teeth

Written through the eyes of people who feel like they need to be the center of attention at all times, are always right, and never accept corrections from others.

They're not on their hands and knees
Why aren't they praising me?
It's not okay, not okay at all

I'm so bitter and in pain
Why don't they understand?
This is wrong, so completely wrong

I'm not in the focus of their eyes
I'm in their thoughts
But they know I'm fine
It's not dire and they know
No matter how hard I try to make it seem so
So I roll myself up
Thick and sour
When they get too close I bark
Like a scared dog at a speeding car

They begin to fear that maybe I'm worse off
Than they had originally thought
When they offer help I'm too far gone
Lost in my self-obsessive fantasy
I spit and turn their aid down
Lost in this sense of unfailing perfection
Ego cradling me in her destructive arms
Cooing softly in my ears:

Your friends would never leave you
No matter how much you bite
You are their undying star
That guiding light in the pitch dark

And I convince myself I'm right

They start to worry
They try so hard
They just want to help
But it's not good enough for me
I dig my teeth into my tongue
Screaming and painting their faces in my infantile rage

My life is worth more than yours
If you don't agree
Then I stomp
I cry
I shout
Until you collapse
Break down
And nod your head "yes" to everything I say