Ego’s Kingdom

Half-naked angels dance around his ego,

One shines in light, the rest fall to evil.

They whisper his name as they circle his throne,

A king of illusions, yet never his own.

A Polaroid of “love” displayed with pride,

Posted online where corruption hides.

Two souls pretending, their smiles unfold,

Framed in a network of corrupted code.

Like Tarzan on branches, he clutches each vine,

Never letting go while he reaches for mine.

The kingdom applauds while he plays his role,

But hunger and doubt still fracture his soul.

He pulls away when truth draws near,

But runs back close when consumed by fear.

The city hides both dark and kind,

No two stories are ever aligned.

Each lie he told now weighs like stone,

His crown is cracked, his pride overthrown.

One mistake too many to mask,

The throne itself can’t hold the past.

And when he thinks he’s won the game,

I rise above, untouched by shame.

You’ll never see me in another face,

No mirror, no copy, can take my place.

No matter how you twist the name,

I stand apart — we’re not the same.