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I honestly can't feel anything but selfishness now,

And I don't know why, but suddenly and somehow

I can't feel like it's possible to care

About anyone. They'd just tear

Me apart from all the ways they'd use me. 

I'm just tired of all the mental abusing

Situations I'm placed in. I'm not sure if I'm numb,

Or getting there, but I'm fully done

Eating this crap they give me, with no forks. 

I'd rather be alone and eat the burnt pork,

Since I don't know how to cook.

It doesn't matter how many books 

I read. Nothing will ever change the way

That I feel under my skin. I'll pay

My soul to the Devil and I'll become

The true me. I'll even get some

True self confidence while I'm at it. 

Any new problem hitting me will get a back fist.

I'll make sure that no other girl will walk

Over me. I'll start to stalk

My own goals and make my life. 

I'll be able to force away the knife

That's threatening my throat. 

And I promise to gloat

About any change I make. 

I'll never hide from my mistakes. 

I'll always be sure to be proud of

Myself. I'll no longer need a girl's love

To be happy. I'll get myself 

To the place of happiness. Even Santa's elves

Won't be able to create something as 

Magnificent as the new me. No one has

The qualities I have in such vast quantities

Like I do. I'll make sure I donate to my charity. 

No one will be as important as me.