Hidden beneath confidence lies restlessness from vapid ventures
Repeatedly he says to himself "Help is for the spineless"
Ego arouses the anger that screams down the voice of succour
Mirage of splendour camouflages the gritty reality of poverty within
Assuredly he bellows "This is my life"
Legitimately secured in trappings of humanism
Shades of narcissism consumes his bleeding heart
Complacent with life he sighs "It can never get better than this"
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