Egomaniac, by Mihir Rastogi

It must be so lonely

At the top

And I can’t stop

Ignoring the fact.

One day I’ll be back

With a vengeance that kills

All the pretentious you

Swallow like pills.

A fog rolls in and

Blocks your view.

Can’t see the truth

That’s in plain sight

Yet every night

You lie awake


And so cold.

Open the gates

And contemplate the

Ones who come back

With so much hate.

Your existence is

Disgracing, defacing

The entire human race

And everyone knows

You’re full of it.

-Mihir Rastogi