We have evaluated your inflated ego
Your outlandish thoughts and aberrant nature,
Your "confidence" as you callously call it
And have come to you with this
Calling for reinvention
of your person and "ality".
You are not a religion
Nor are you personally funny
Unless it's us talking about you
than vice versa from your stew.
You say you could do it if you tried,
But we know it ain't possible even if you did
In the reality in your own mind.
You aren't the king of all things
Except for the mountain of your own shit
Full of it and shameless arrogance
Instead of actual confidence.
It's a scientific fact that
Earth revolves around the sun
But your head is so fat
We can see your bullshit orbit
Go and throw that temperamental fit
When we call you out.
We're right, you're wrong
Even if our right isn't right.
Know your place,
Not at the top of the mountain,
But at the city basing it.
You're in the six bill like everyone else
"The people in second"
You aren't a shining star,
You're just as textbook and statistical,
Insane and egotistical,
A leader for your army of dumbasses
Educated by your low-level bull called "your life"
Right now, King High and Mighty Colorful,
You're wasting our time and eyesight,
Your version of introversion isn't becoming to anyone,
As much as your abrasive extroversion.
This is why we're here now and forever.
If you can love others as much as yourself
We'd be better off without you in your head
Thinking you're Top Gun
When you're really The Ex-Wife.
You're entitled to your talents
But that's all, you un-magnificent bastard.
You're not that big or better,
You're ridiculous with every letter,
You never truly connect to the people,
The same that you shame by the sound of your name;
You're as empathetic as you are pathetic.
Quit lying to yourself and your life.
Now get away from this mirror
And actually do something, dammit.