Selfish

I am low grade dyssomnia and depersonalization disorder filtered through a fuzzbox and a Leslie speaker

I am a half-hearted, down-trodden, cock-a-mamie ball of self-pity

I am self-centered pretention caught between mood swings

I am a raging, festering cancer cell, bleak and humid in my hive mind solitude

I am a consciousness doomed to its own unconsciously wavering indecisiveness

I am a vat of goals, expectations, hopes, plans, and investments that is strangely devoid of movement and action

I am a variable, a beginning, a scrambled end
I are

Dissociated anti-empathy is my calling card, my ego
Naive apathy is my basis, my id
Calculative caring and emotion are my pearly gates, my superego

Howling flaw leads to poetic noise leads to understanding leads to oversitting leads to equilibrium

I am the cure to low self esteem, the poison of superiority, and the catalyst for television adventures

I am singular in my plurality
I am a pronoun in a world of nouns
Completed by my own verb, adjective, and adverb
I am an independant clause
Ending in an exclamation point

I am a greenhouse gasbag
I am a Jupiter core in a Charon exterior and Osiris atmosphere
I am electric current via circulating soundwaves

I am the reigning monarch of my selfdom; thus making me a Self myself

I am universal example of causality in action

I am a horrible liar, but not a layable whore

I am a string of randomly selected $20 words that propagate a shattered personality and intellectual delusion