demeaned_ego mimisa Your compliments to others hurt me Not in the green of what i feel But in the red swallowing up within I need approval I need you to say it to me No matter how much i disliked it I adore it in the end It's white in all its lightness It's pure and tepid I want this fever expelled Gone, away But it won't, it stays, it remains In her golden hair Her summer-leaf eyes In her qualities that reach you And in my absence in it all. 030816 what's it to you? who go blather from