Imagine Being You (A Study In Delusion)
Imagine waking each day
and crowning yourself the hero.
Imagine mistaking your own reflection
for a statue cast in bronze,
believing the world should rise to greet you
like a parade of lesser men.
Imagine building your kingdom
from other people’s pockets—
plundering kindness
and calling it debt repaid.
Wearing ruin like a robe,
but insisting it's gold.
Imagine calling yourself a protector
as the house burns around you,
the flames fed by your own hand—
match after match struck
with the certainty of a saviour
who never questions the smoke.
Imagine leaving a woman alone
in the dark of her own mind
for years,
then claiming you lit the way.
Imagine rewriting the past
with a pen soaked in guilt,
calling the ink mercy.
Imagine the mess of your life—
rooms swollen with rot,
children fleeing the wreckage—
and still thinking yourself
a blueprint for success.
Imagine not once
doubting the narrative,
not once wondering
why the mirror won't look back.
Imagine the silence
you’ve curated like art,
how it keeps your secrets
just loud enough
for the rest of us to hear.
Imagine being you.
And still—
still—
thinking the world owes you applause.
