At this time, I was inspired to start writing again by a new friend who shared my love of poetry. I wanted to write a poem to explain my current narcissistic state of mind, and this is what came of it:
Finding my faults,
A frivolous task,
An inane cliche.
Warming the core,
Of my identity,
My individuality.
Evident abundance of morality,
Constant feeling of inadequacy.
Feel no need to repent,
No hope has passed these shallow eyes.
Regret is paramount,
For hope cannot be lost.
Consider my mind at ease,
Lay my head to rest.
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