Arrogant

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.