I rule with the sovereignty of my experience
from the throne of narcisis I see everything
Nothing escapes my infallible awareness
I am the centre of existence; I am everything
I see the world and compare it to myself
I am right, I am always right
I am beautiful
I am angry; really fucking angry
why does no one kneel before me?
Can they not see exactly what I see?
I am perfect: they should kneel
why don’t they listen? Why do they laugh?
Fucking bastards
I am perfect
this is my world why can’t I change it?
I am perfect
can’t they see how I feel?
Am I weak and powerless? my infinite conscious doomed to understand the depths of my own futility?
If I was perfect then they would be able to see?
I am perfect, this world is not just me: a revelation possibly
Yes there must be others- more than my own mind
Now there is something, blessed something.
A whole world- a whole fucking world! To explore; to find those that don’t agree
I can sit them down and make them listen and see
I am perfect narcissistic old me