In your infatuation, in your love,
in your imagination there is no room for others,
except yourself, of who you are rather proud of,
and you are not consumed by who you are with,
because everyone else is second best,
and this weakness,
this inadequacy, it puts everyone else to the test,
for you are selfish and you are easily led,
and you listen to the gossip columnists,
and the chat shows far too often,
chat shows that tell you how to live your life,
and that bombard your mind,
and condition you far too often,
and because of your love of you, everyone else suffers,
but you, you take a different view for there is no you in I,
and I think very little of you,
you with your ego, and your self-centred ways,
and I am glad to see you disappear,
for in your infatuation and in your love for you,
you are blinded by yourself,
and in your insecurity, there is no security,
and no true happiness,
and by living your life, in such a way,
you will only be fooling you,
but oh, that will not matter to you,
because you are only in love with you,
and you do not give a damn about others, or the world,
and ego is the only thing, that you have got going for you.