What's to like in a girl like me?
From my wild, bushy eyebrows,
To my smirks, smugs and free frowns.
My personality is mediocre;
My thoughts corrupted.
I speak insincerely,
Murmur rather than talk.
Sarcasm is my mother tongue,
My second language, mockery.
The sorrows of others,
Is my ultimate source of joy.
In sufferings, I find happiness.
I am a self-proclaimed narcissist;
A tyrant, a dictator,
An oppressive ruler.
But for all of that,
I make up with guilt.
Because guilt is the only thing keeping me human.
So tell me, people,
What's to like in a girl like me?