The Narcissist

just another one of my poems... comments (bad, good whatever) are all appreciated. =) wrote this because a friend of mine claims i have narcissistic tendecies despite my many denials... so did a little research about it... hmm...

worship me, adore me, admire me...
all this i crave but
still -
empty words could never
fulfill,
that lone desire deep in my
soul
for one to truly love me - my only
goal
the world is my stage upon which i
flit
with my acts and pretences and constant smile
lit
across my face that is my
facade
its secrets well kept in the hollowness of my
heart
and to the world it
seems,
that confidence
brims
portrayed in the swagger of my
walk,
along with my my erudite way of
talk,
so should you happen to cast your gaze upon
me
pray, look to see for who i truly
am -
a person who is all there is to be
or someone, whom no one can truly...
envy?