I am number one, and I look out for me --
Don't give me that face, you don't have to agree.
I strut through the world with my very best smile,
Screwed on in my own individual style.
I'll take what I want, because that's who I am.
Won't ask if you mind, since I don't give a damn.
See, all of those things you call feelings, inside?
Don't burden me down. And that calls for my pride.
I fake like a pro, though: you'll think I'm a friend
Until I no longer bother to pretend:
I'll take off the mask then -- and here's the surprise --
To show you the ghost with the alien eyes.
An island, a statue, rebellious, free.
And you're right: there's a word for people like me.