Look at me.

Oh baby look at me!
Looking so beautifully.

Oh now wait, hold on.
Why would you say that?

Because I think I look good.
If I was a gangster I would be straight hood!

Oh you Love to fantasize dont you?
Shew...

Well I like to think positive about myself.

More like put yourself up on a shelf.

Now I'm off to school.

Oh I bet you think your so cool.

I have lots of friends so that must mean I am well liked.

It's more like thay want to tell you to take a hike.

Ok Ill settle this with you now, my little devil inside thee.
You must only criticize as o go off to sleep.

Ok fine whatever I agree.

A contest entry

Talk to yourself by Janice M Pickett. 800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 11 entries
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