Your Inner Mother Is Frowning

you think that what you create
is better than what I create
you think that your choices
are more informed
you think that there is
greater value in what you do
distancing you from everyone
but those who share your disease
and you laugh together
and pat each other's back
and you are so clever
yet somewhere inside you
somewhere in there my pretty one
you can feel it, can't you?
that you are the subject
of your own ugly laughter

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