Self-Obsessed

Be not so self-absorbed, 
as to be drowned,
in the sea of narcissism,
from there, steps go further down,
Until you have won,
the crown of misconceptions,

Be not self-obsessed,
as to be consumed,
by the walls of false prepossessions,
You enter the cave of mistaken judgements,
Until your delusionary self,
Falls prey to misinterpretations,


(c) S.S



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