How arrogant am I
to think that anybody should care about what I have to say. As if my opinions belong atop a pedestal in the middle of the kingdom for all of the world to read as I scream, "Everybody, look at me!" We all have thoughts and ideas and hopes and dreams and desires large enough to burn the world to a crisp and yet I am selfish enough to think I am the only one who dreams. I put on this pretentious cape as if I'm the only one who has ever uttered the words "I want to change the world." I brag about accomplishments I have yet to achieve as if speaking them were enough. How arrogant am I to ask you to spend your time reading my scribbled thoughts. I write poems and stories about broken dreams and expect you to relate to things that matter to nobody, but me. How arrogant am I to think that I am the only one who breathes the air floating in the atmosphere. I walk around like the sun revolves only around me and that the rest of you are nothing more than puzzle pieces I can use to create my bigger picture. How arrogant am I to think that I can breathe change into the world with nothing more than some written words and shouted prayers. How arrogant am I. |
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