Selfishness is a greedy monster that has many faces – mine aches to know if I left an imprint. From the lips I’ve kissed, to the hands I’ve held, to the eyes mine have met with. I picture a group of people in a room with me and every face I can see, they still think of me. Of course, I don’t know who’s in the room – that would be too eery.

Though I think I’ve also misspoken about my Selfishness, it has more than one face. Sometimes is wants to know if it’s more selfish to want to leave this Hell on earth, or if it’s more selfish to keep someone on this Hell on earth.

My selfishness has many different faces and so far none of them bring me anything good. So far they leave me with a sick feeling in my stomach and sometimes bile in the porcelain thrown.


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