Beware a Man-Child Scorned ALSO I’ll Eat Your Morning With Blueberries and Honey

I am childlike in
my self-discipline. Charming
in self-obsession.

I start sentences
with “I” almost always. I
am afraid of fear.

When confronted with
the probability of
being wrong, I rage.

Both the gluttoness
and the more fury-like state.
I am childlike out.

Beware a Man-Child Scorned ALSO I’ll Eat Your Morning With Blueberries and Honey

Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.

This is Haiku x 3 (I think that’s a thing?)

I do not have the ability to not tell everyone,
everything I’m thinking all the time. My brain’s need for attention is concerning but
its need for righteousness is downright terrifying. I will win.

Personifying individual parts of a person is exciting.

Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.