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A Poem Written For The Sole Purpose Of Pleasing Myself, And, Perhaps, Warning You.

To those who preach how great I am,
I truly could not give a damn.
For all the compliments I get, you see,
Just reveal how little you know of me.

Perhpas you see this written verse,
And think it describes you at first,
But you really shouldn't be so vain;
This calls out to more than just one name.

And this, these words put down in ink,
Is just me saying to them what I think;
A poem phrasing everything bluntly,
A poem written just for me.

This does not teach, nor subtly tell my thoughts,
And if you look for some hidden moral, you'll find nought.
This just states my disgust and little else.
This is a poem written for myself.

Though I suppose it could be a warning too,
To say what bugs me about you;
About how there is so much of me
That you could never think to  see.

I am not talented, nor fair of face,
In most situations, I lack all grace.
I am not kind, I am not pretty,
I am, at most stubborn and witty;

A cynic who'd love to to live in books
And curses the mirror and her looks
I am unhappy and so very dour,
Not loving or sweet, just cold and sour.

i must admit, it feels quite free
To escape my bonds of subtlty
To state that you don't have a clue
About this poet's thoughts and views.

You could choose to think I've written lies,
Or this could be pure truth to your eyes.
But whether you will accept this, or won't,
Just stop acting like you know me when you don't.

And once you decide upon that,
Accept my apology for a lack of tact,
Though, again, this was written for myself,
And, (I revel in this fact), no one else.

End