Ego Burst.


There is something about feeling wanted,
That gives you powers of sorts,
To juggle around with hearts,
Your esteem peaks and you have control,
For once you forget the downside of up-
How it felt once upon a time,
When you were unpopular, a reject.

It is a priceless feeling, exciting even,
Like the world needs your approval to go round,
Like they should now add your name to the anthem,
Because you would sound great in the chorus,
Your value for self quickly appreciates,
You become a highly demanded commodity,
And begin to downplay others.

After a while your market may feel disappointed,
That you’ve become a spoilt commodity,
So some will leave for better quality substitute brands,
Beacuse clearly, you do not measure up.
Yes you may be full of yourself,
But you would be better scaling up, so style up!
Some customers may remain clueless,
But only for so long,
Because the stench of your spoil cannot be hidden anymore,
You will try to polish your surface,
Hoping that no one notices your stench,
But this fact will not last.

I have had a bad feeling about this feeling,
This feeling of you feeling wanted,
That bloats you up then sends you flying,
Till a blade of grass bursts your balloon,
Till you wake up from your somber dream,
And decide to sober up.
But I am afraid that you will have ran out of time,
If you keep waiting for your ego to be pricked,
Sometimes being regular and present like a pillow,
Is perfect condition for you to be wanted,
It’s about being present even when it’s dark and cold.


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