The Charlatan.

disclaimer: the author and the speaker are not always one and the same.

You discovered yourself and
learned how beautiful you are -
heaven’s unlikely gift

You started to get vain and
flaunted to the rest of the world
flamboyant gaudiness

You got what you want, though
to discern whether you deserve
them is another question

You became somebody,
whilst you want some more:
fame, prestige & recognition

Incessant desires stimulate
your haughty pride to accumulate
some more, and more to come

Even in love, and lust perhaps,
you desire even the most elusive
of all

Your heart fell for someone, not
only once, but there is always an
empty conundrum to be filled

And like the restless bee,
you move from pollen to pollen
of different kinds and sorts

You were once proud in each affair
but come to resent it in time
so short a span

For you are a pusillanimous
charlatan - a wicked creature
who pretends to be somebody

You are incapable of manifesting
love, reduced by superficial vestiges
of society you try to cling to

But pushes you mindlessly away.
With the love you desire, your
emblazoned superficiality

And everything that comes
you’re fated to love the life
of Sysiphus, seems always at

Par with everything you yearn
but eventually left eroded
in time so short a span

Only there is certainty that
unlike him, you can never
ever be happy.