main character syndrome (coming of age)

hello
i’m the center of attention but isn’t everyone?
why do i have the idea that
i’m in a movie at all times
even as i type i roll my eyes that this isn’t
handwritten
this is very indie
i always hold the feeling that
i am on the verge
of breaking free
this is hilarious and cliche

i want to write “lol” is that allowed?

hello
i’m sitting on the floor of a dim-lit hallway
i wonder why that girl sat next to her instead of me.
there it is again,
i can’t comprehend that.
this is normal!
even the music i listen to, is it for me or my imaginary audience?

i fear i live more earnestly in my head then in the actual world

there goes another friend who doesn’t say hi
to me

coming of age!

the overuse of first person here proves my point.
even now i think this is the best poem ever