The Mothman

Once there was this girl who fell head over heals for an artist who believed he was as good as God. Those around him believed he was equal to God because he told them he created art like God.

A View From Self Proclaimed Grandeur

We hate the most in ourselves in what we see-

We deal with only what we can understand-

We blame others when we cannot face the mirror-

Then hide behind a band wagon of starry eyed followers.

Such a weak person turns and points a blackened finger

Criticizing everyone else who carries on contentedly.

We are given but one life to live as we choose and

Stronger willed hearts loose sight of hypocrites.

Inflated egos plan tyrannical attempts of reckoning

Simply because they believe they can do no wrong,

But keep in mind, feeble attacks at another's character

Show the world a true face of pretentious narcissism.