[seis de siete]
At birth your soul was no bigger
Than anybody else's
But time birthed you an ego.
That led you to believe
That it was a gift to inflate yourself.
With every narcissistic glance,
You see yourself on some awkwardly high pedestal,
As another reflective surface calls your name.
You gloat and you brag
And you bask in your own glory
But the more you talk
The less you seem proud of the person you have become.

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
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