Sometimes It’s Ok to Be Narcissistic
A rendition of another is simply what we crave for but not need,
What we desire, a synonym of greed.
A persona, a shade of grey like a shadow,
Implement words into acceptance rather than wallow.
“How do they cope?” You fail to ask.
More withered are they? Could you be fresher grass?
Errors constantly made, imperfect aren’t we?
Pluralised to emphasise on togetherness you see.
In the sense that we are one in the same race called humanity,
An array of characters is what we’ll seamlessly be.
Amongst this collage of persons,
Comes those feigning ignorance.
Able am I and faultless as well,
Denial for such people keeps them swell.
Yet forget not about the others,
For they see their quirks merely as road blockers.
More explanatory I’ll be as I give an example,
For instance, myself, who falls into the latter sample.
A procrastinator craving independence but takes too much time,
When things don’t go my way motivation falls behind.
It happens a lot so I see it as faith,
But fickle am I, in endless contradictions I bathe.
But alone I am not and this I know,
Although I once heard that hard work cannot go unknown.
“They look better than me”, “seem smarter too”,
Refer to the tenth line and see that they are just like you.
Simply radiating effort rather than disdain,
You’ve chosen to be oblivious, it’s not in vain.
A sanctuary is what you are and should treat yourself as such,
Then why do opinions of others matter when existence proves just to be a game of “Go Dutch”.
If no one calls out your name howl it out yourself,
Be your own morale booster and be that aesthetically pleasing book on the shelf.
Why believe a drizzle is better than a storm?
For different purposes each is born.
Keep stumbling you shall,
No deceit will be made,
But see through to your potential,
And realize the inevitable is better earlier rather than later.
Maybe you made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s you is still you,
Not listening? Okay then let’s see how far you get with contemplating on rue.
Respect for oneself is but a feature off the constellation that they are,
You simply shine differently, like any other star.
Understandable how you might want to feel special,
For some it’s more prominent, while others have to be more diligent brimming with potential.
Leading to the future, a darkened tunnel is what lies ahead
But love not only yourself now but who you are to reach high until you’re dead.
It may begin as deceit in on its own
But eventually, reasons for it shall be known.
Embrace every nook and cranny that shapes you, a scar ridden crevice or smooth patch of skin,
But know you are the best to be you through thick and thin.
I am more than what you think I am and who I think I can become,
And this is true for everyone.
author Zeina May Jammal
edited Afiq Makkana, Reshma Durai
