Trapped
What is narcissism?
Can’t someone tell me?
Oh wait no ones here but me.
The reflection of myself through the glared glass
Makes it hard to see.
The nature of it, blinding.
Am I trapped in this box of love?
No ones here but me.
God I love it here.
It couldn’t get any better.
It’s all about me and only me.
But then again who else would there be.
Id be lying if I said I didn’t get lonely
I’ve got so much to prove, based on likes, and likes only.
What is narcissism?
I bet I could figure it out.
Its gonna flood in, but right im in a drought.
Fighting to stay in, I can’t leave.
Get me to 11 likes cherries on top, pretty please!
Oh wait. Narcissism…
It’s me! Its always been me!
ME ME ME.
I knew I could figure it out.