In the mirror, you play divine,
Ego high, yet fragile inside.
Pride masks a hollow self-esteem,
A godly complex with nothing to redeem.Majestic airs but shadows fall,
Grand claims on a brittle wall.
A crown for one who’s lost in pride,
Has a god complex with no god inside.
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The Things We Left Unsaid
PoesieThe actions of others, for the people they left behind.