His insecurities
scream so loud
making his feeble confidence
feel like a drop in the sea
the world tells him
self actualization is the drip
it is the flawless skin
it is in the mansion
it is on the four wheel drive
the Rolex on his starved wrist
the helpless audience that screams his name for reigning on fame
but then reality hits him different
Proving its all on vain
if he’s not proud of his dents
as a man from mars
he can’t escape the scars
the penniless pockets
that makes him seen as a ratchet
the depressing days that
he still affords a smile
the genuine satisfaction
paves way for self actualization.
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