design for an altar

Impenetrable placed on a pedestal Worship at idol feet repeat vindictive words

Conforming to those you mimic relish attention in any form Unaware of the pain caused by your actions

Too busy talking to listen Where and when who you were with no one cares

I hope your ego crashes and brings you back down to earth I hope your ego falls against a sharp edge and drags you to a world where trends are boring and egos aren't fed by outward image latched on the hem of a passing craze

To be enough to be always enough Derivatives abound

Never content satisfied unsure wanting more Do this for fun not for fame not your gimmick