another conversation with the mirror

i have
a beautiful
body

you look
like
shit

i think
like the best of
them

you are
a complete
idiot

i smell
like a trillion years and star
dust

you stink
of the nauseating fumes of
nothingness

i make
god
jealous

you get
pissed on by mangy
dogs

i exist
for you to
see

you exist
to torment
me

i hate
you

you feel
indifferent

we share
one thing in
common

we both
kick it to the same
symphony, and
it
always ends
on the same
note.