Deluded by the Self-Centered

Those up-turned glasses
See-through, glorious, and shining
All those demented cups

In the middle,
Or the outside, in actuality,
Lies the down-turned glass

Centered on itself
It needs neither companion nor foe
It has everything it requires

She sees them all
Those exuberant pieces of glass
And chooses the self-centered

In all these choices
She chooses the one who is
The worst intentioned

Her special glass
She doesn't let anyone near it
Only she may drink

She takes pride in her choice
And wants it to be proud
Of her choosing of him

Did she not see?
The glass was a selfish entity
He would not give her pride

She delighted in him
While he forgot she chose him
She shouldn't have picked him

He should have stayed empty
But she desired past the expected
And received only pain

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This was just inspired by one glass. It was just upside down, and I went to get a cup and then I thought that it was kind of cool. I just made this poem into something about a girl who likes a guy that doesn't like her back. A guy that doesn't really care about anyone than himself, really.