Narcissism

Everywhere I go,

Things are exactly how I want them,

Because I say what I need to,

To get my point across.

Sometimes you don't get it,

But believe me it's your loss

That you're lost when I say things;

See, everything's how I want it.

I know you're not lost anymore.

It's your coming-of-age tale.

To no avail, you understand,

But I understand your plight.

You might set sail

To a land never been seen before

By man, a new planet

'cause you're way "out of sight."

I'm in flight,

So high that I might

Touch the right

Foot of God

With what I write.

O God!

And then I might

Just let the pride

Go straight

To my head.

My hubris is amusing to you,

But to me it causes stress.

I'm not a narcissist --

I mean, how can I be?

When what I hear is

"You're amazing!"

And "He writes uncannily!"

But truthfully, that's in my head,

My imagination gets the best of me.

Let's just see where this narcissism

Will get me in the end.