Narcism

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I have stood on the tallest mountains.
I have drank from the cleanest waters
seen the most amazing sights
I've felt the pleasures and pains on certain nights
Those that this world has afforded us all.
Big and small
I've done all there is to do
Through and through
I've seen all there is to see
Been all there is to be
And yet
I feel nothingness.
But I digress
Being a narcissist
isn't simply being self centered.
Mastered and never mentored.
It is to see the world through eyes entirely your own
and still not be satisfied
To be hard as stone
Yet bend with the wind, never calcified
No, much more then,this it is to do it my way.
Sinatra put it best when he said some times he bit off more then he could chew
Oh how I've felt just like you.
To know the pain of eating it up and spitting it out
regrets I've had a few, no doubt
But too few to mention.
Nothing but retention
I have walked with crowds and still held my virtue
I have walked with kings and kept my wealth true
Yet still wore a crown and sat on Thrown
Rudyard I hear your words as if they were my own
That narcissistic tone.
I read people
Like a preacher in a steeple
I drank from that golden cup
And yes I smoked the finest reef.
I stroked the badest dimes
More then a couple times.
And oh yes I broke they're hearts along with my own in that house of pain
But it is the same
house of the rising sun
The animals
O' Do they rejoice when they hear my voice!
I'm common and royal
Blood so hot it can boil
So what is left at the end of all this?
Watch learn listen.
Knowing it all is knowing that all is never known.
Real eyes realize real lies.
Being a narcissist is knowing your flaws
But still choosing to make the world in your own image.
Bare your teeth never your claws
Win the war but loose the scrimmage
As if your flaws were gods will
What a spine tingling chill,
As if the tides rise and fell due to you and not the moon
One more thrill.
As if your death could never be too soon.

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