Artist Narcissues

I enjoy my space apart,

Yet I hate yours,

Maybe id accept it if i was smart,

Yet no i am dumb and also blinded,

When your near and not far,

That is certainly not to be minded.

Do not blame me or take me in vain, 

Although you will,

What i saw in her i wanted to bend to my will,

She was clay and i her chisel,

But flesh can cut its doesn't harden and fizzle.

I became a shell,

They hollowed my insides out,

With fell hawking scoops,

What i hold onto is that i find myself a pretty shell,

A shell of gold plating and maisonette.

It was always people,

They did this to me but its not just me,

No one is honest and that is the root of envy.