Poem 26: I Love Myself

 

I Love Myself

I love myself so much it’s fun

to love myself as much as I do.

I don’t think I’m the only one.

There are other narcissists too.

I need to be better than them all

and outshine them in every way.

I know that one day they’ll take a fall

and that will be my special day.

I know I’m an attention whore

that tries to be better to get recognition.

I thought that was what confidence was for.

I thought I’d finally make it my mission.

I study hard but not really

because I’m such a genius. I’m very smart.

I can be touchy-feely

also; that means I’m also good at creating art.

I love people for what they make

me look like, how they enhance my ego now.

I hate people who say I’m a flake

or that I’m not being good; that I don’t know how.

I think one day I’ll get married

and have a lot of kids who will worship me.

I won’t at all feel harried

as long as I don’t allow them to be too free.

I’m told my conceit just takes the cake,

that everyone can see through my act.

I’m told I shouldn’t act so fake

and that I should develop some tact.

I’m told I’m really quite controlling,

that people are afraid to tell me the truth about

me, except in anonymous polling

where everything comes out.

I’m told I need to clean my act up now

before my friends all ditch me soon.

They say as much as I’ll allow.

They say my ego’s out of tune.

They say my ego isn’t cool.

They say my ego’s out of whack.

They say if I break one more rule

and insult them, they will hit me back.