Could this be simply
Conversation
Or, must I constantly
Manipulate
My questions
So that you may ease
The insecurities
Sounding in my head
At least you could
Take enough of the compliments
I feed you
To drop a few crumbs
From the tall table
At which you sit
Consuming the esteem
I once carried.
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