Centered

One of many about him.

 

I see a lot of I in Me

I am so centered

I feel so much

I have a this gift to mentor

To feel without touch.
With this gift I have, I pretend you matter

With a smile and a touch

An emotional platter

That burns with lust

 

I worry they see me

When they catch I lie too much

They see what I hide

I rather die than expose my crutch

 

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