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.