Arrogance Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

In the shadow of a towering self,
where whispers become commands,
pride builds a fortress of solitude,
walls thick with disdain for the meek

Eyes glance over the crowd,
not seeing, only judging,
a throne made of silence,
echoing with hollow victories

Each word sharpens like a blade,
cutting through the fabric of humility,
as laughter dances on the edge of contempt,
leaving connection to wither

Yet beneath the polished surface,
fragility lurks in the corners,
a fear of being unseen,
craving the warmth of genuine embrace

Arrogance, a mask worn too long,
hides the heart that beats beneath,
lost in the echo of its own voice,
yearning for a truth it cannot admit.