They say an ostrich's eye is bigger
than its brain
and i say that your ego
is bigger than your (non existant) heart
and this room is too small for the
tension thats grown between us
and the awkward silence can't be cut
even with the loudest scream of you to yourself
(you were always a sucker for youself in the mirror)
i couldn't help think that i was just
your second place trophy on the dusty shelves
of your (imaginary) heart
depth is a word not known to you
shallow feelings based on bias ideas
the walls keep closing in and your ego is suffocating me