A self-critical poem.
I’m so oblivious to this insidious continuum of respect
I see only the worst of what’s being forced in my chest
Be it Maddie hittin’ on me or Alex shittin’ on me
I can only perceive the worst
I’m easily deceived at first
But now that I know what to look for in it all
I see how much respect I actually get
And I feel bad for the perception of disrespect
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