god complex

i sometimes tremble,

at the idea of not being recognised,

feeling a terrifying sense of satisfaction when i do,

is this all i am?

the acknowledgement of other beings upon my thoughts, my pain, the actions of a desperate, dying spirit?

i sometimes wish i was more,

i sometimes wish i was less,

how terrible it is to suffer of this cursed gift of creation,

how menacingly dangerous it is,

to live in a constant writer's mind,

never satisfied,

always proud.

i sometimes tremble,

when i realise that there's no escape from this open cage i put myself in.

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