Hungry for Applause: The Narcissist’s Craving
Hungry for Applause: The Narcissist’s Craving A trumpet blown, a centre stage, For me, for me, on every page. I shout my name, I crave the praise, While lesser lights fade in a haze. A pointed word, a subtle sting, To dim rivals' glow, clip their wing. I build my throne on broken things, And listen for the joy it brings. This gilded cage, this hollow crown, A fool's facade, built upside down. My mirrored world, forever brown, Lost in self, and self-renown.