­­­­­­­They love me,

They hate me,

They even try to break me,

But never try make me,

You want to take me?

Then have me,

Everything is about me,

Is there anything more to life?

Than love for oneself?

Does that make me narcissistic?

Or I’m I simply an addict,

An addict to my being,

My being being my wellbeing,

My wellbeing is my priority,

My priority is my comfort,

And to be comfortable,

I have to love me.


They want you to look good,

Look like a star,

But what is the irony,

In losing money to look rich,

I’m prostituting my hard work,

Prostituting it for success,

And success is relative,

Relative but not related,

Related to any two individuals,

Individuals are not identical,

And I love my identity,

Love the person I am,

The person I was,

And the person I am becoming,

You call it vanity,

I call it self-appreciation,

It’s love for myself.


I push myself,

Not to satisfy myself,

But to what I know not,

The alter-ego that wants freedom,

Freedom from routine,

Freedom from accepting it was,

And therefore,

Has to be,

Because it doesn’t,

Nothing cast on stone is permanent,

For even the Ten Commandments,

Were broken by man,

And I am a truant,

I follow no definite path,

My path is the correct path,

Whether I’m alone,

Or with a single body,

I follow my dream,

A dream that is for me,

By me,

About me,

And I love the script.


I’m not an angry child,

Neither I’m a happy adult,

I am simply an adventurous mind,

I wander off and get lost,

Get lost in my own twisted thoughts,

Thoughts I can’t put to words,

Thoughts so dark,

I think I have to rethink,

The thought of having that thought,

That made me think of the thought,

Gratification is what is sought,

Sought by man,

Sought by woman,

But never lasts long enough,

Long enough not to want more,

But there is gratification in love,

Love for oneself,

Because if you love you,

Then you are happy in you,

And that is what I am after,

To be happy as me,

With me as my ambition,

For I am the greatest,

You may be of a differing opinion,

But maybe it’s because you love you,

Love you more than you love me,

At the end of the day,

Love for me is the bottom line.








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