The epitome of conceit

Overly conceited, pompous and brazen
Inflated ego, a conniving chameleon
A manipulative soul who plays people like pawns
A piranha hiding inside a delicate swan
You are probably wondering just who might this be
I raise my hand and answer: me



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4 responses to “The epitome of conceit

  1. Hey lovely. Please try to be gentle with yourself. I don’t recognise you from that description at all xx

    • Thank you. I was having a hard night when I wrote this and feeling very much selfish and self centered and critical of others. I now see that it was just a mood I was in, and I’m sure it’s something that everybody deals with from time to time. xx

  2. Doesn’t sound like you. Maybe you are very different offline?? 😉

    • Thank you. I don’t think it sounds like me either – in the sense that that’s not how I want to be and I strive hard not to be. I do believe that I have this side to me somewhere, perhaps deep down, and that rears its head from time to time. I wrote this in one of those moments. I think this poem is also important because it can help remind me that I do have this side to me, that I’m not completely kind and selfless. I think it’s important for me to remember that I have the capacity to manipulate, to judge, to hurt others. And knowing that I have this side to me helps me to keep it in check, if that makes sense.

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