​design for an altar

Impenetrable
Placed on a pedestal

Worship at idol feet
Repeat vindictive words
Conforming to those you mimic
Relish attention in any form
Unaware of the pain caused by your actions

Too busy talking to listen
Where and when who you were with
No one cares
I hope your ego crashes and brings you back down to earth

I hope your ego falls against a sharp edge
And drags you to a world where trends are boring
And egos aren't fed by outward image, latched on the hem of a passing craze

To be enough, to be always enough

Derivatives abound
Never content, satisfied
Unsure, wanting more
Do this for fun not for fame
Not your gimmick