Definitely disgusting how you start this poem

Expecting to feel something by the end of it.

Do I have no better thing to do?

The AI awaits, excuse me

I water its leaves so that it can tell me how stupid I am

How I have always been

But you do know the truth (I hope).

What is my truth? I wonder the different versions

You might have of me

Did I charm you once and spite you next?

Do you love me? Don’t you hate me?

I imagine myself beautiful and thin

Like I have always dreamt of

But now the fantasy is funnier than sad.

Oh the joys of getting old,

I think.