In the mirror, a face I see,
Reflected dreams, but only for me.
Eyes that glimmer with selfish fire,
A heart consumed by lone desire.
The world around, a distant blur,
As I chase what I think I deserve.
A path of one, no hand to hold,
In solitude, the story unfolds.
Whispers of guilt, they softly speak,
Yet my resolve remains unique.
A fortress built on wants and needs,
Ignoring others, their silent pleads.
In the end, what will remain?
A life lived selfish, or one in vain?
The echoes of my selfish cries,
Fade into the vast, empty skies.