”You’re so full of yourself,” he says.
Well, God forbid that I’m not full of someone else.
God forbid that I prefer to fill myself up
And not with other people.
God forbid that I feel more comfortable
See, my DNA is one-hundred percent me.
My organs are mine.
My heart is mine,
The blood that fills my veins is mine.
That my love
Is mine too.
"You’re so big-headed," he says.
Well, what a shame.
What a shame that my hubris
Intimidates you to the point
That you’re even bothered.
What a shame that we live in a world
Where it’s so much better to be modest
or Meek or Shy
"You’re so self-centred," he says.
Well, that’s the worst trait on the list
To be your own Sun
And your own Planets,
Orbiting around yourself.
It’s such a shame that I’m not
Centred around anyone else,
Next time someone tells me
That I’m so full of myself,
I’ll just simply ask them,
“And who are you full of?"