I share my body with an egotist
Who thinks that life and love owe him a debt.
He's half self-centered dick, half masochist,
And all I hate about the way I get.
When someone else comes first, he cries "Unfair!"
He's generous so he'll be deified.
Unless you worship him, you just don't care.
Unless he's wounded, then it isn't pride.
He dreams of shouting what can't be unsaid.
When it comes to resentment, he's a whiz.
I choke him and he comes back from the dead.
He sees the worst because that's what he is:
Jealous, malevolent, melodramatic,
My heart's dark twin—the madman in my attic.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells