Roast of the Ego

Your well is about as deep as a spoon
If I were to
See you never again
It would still be too soon

You did not
As they say just
Drop the ball
You picked it back up
And after some thought
You threw it to the wrong team

My expectations of you
Were already astronomically low

And you resent me
But you are far from the first
Callouses on my Ego
Insulate my cold blood
Project onto me
All of
Your
Petty
Insecurities
My personality is a mirror
And you can take all that you see
But I guarantee you
That you never saw

Your face
It is
Well
Just a face
Your words are just words
They're not some profound little prophecy
You raise your chin
As if the world
Is beckoning
Your words are bad gin
I'm drunk and sick just from the sound of you

My expectations of you
Were already astronomically low

And you resent me
But you are far from the first
Callouses on my Ego
Insulate my cold blood
Project onto me
All of
Your
Petty
Insecurities
My personality is a mirror
And you can take all that you see
But I guarantee you
That you never saw me



Credits
Writer(s): Meghan Mcdonald
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