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Deify me.

You know how I thrive on your idolatry.

I inject attention like a drug,

_(He hurls rejection, like a drunk),_

And I'm angry.

I fight with my fists and my poetry

_(He's afraid of himself and withdraws)._

I'm monstrous and confident; I

speak my mind.

_(His only battle _

_ is against his own claws)_

I am angry.

_(He's all talk.)_

Don't compliment me, 'cause I already know

What you'll say, and I'm loath to believe it.

_(He's certain that none of you mean it.)_

I am humble.

_(He's a fraud,_

_And immoral — you'd do well to hate him.)_

I'll recite all my poems verbatim,

_(And you'll see how he hides from a crowd.)_

I pick each of my battles like a man.

_(He trembles behind his masculinity.)_

I stand tall on the ground beneath me.

_(Once he's cut open, he runs.)_

I do not feel threatened by _anything._

_(I need not reveal his truth.)_