She Praises Me Like Money Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

If I don’t want this bad
Enough can I convince you
Not to happen.. could you
Believe despite my compelling nature
I am wiped out from all this talk.
If I don’t use you enough will you go away?
If I need you less than you pretend am I at
Fault. Could, I have the rest of the blame now?
I am so ashamed of the other me.
Why can’t you find this obvious or at the very least disgustipating?
What is so special about me? …