(De)llusions of Grandeur

Outwardly silent, inwardly loud
my pride concealed within this vessel
My heart is a lion, in conceit it roars
basking in my own finesse
As my mind revels in past victories
coaxing itself with tales of future glory

Downward I look upon mere mortals
shells of my prowess
An absent thought
grass blown by the wind

But this is just a weak facade
a feeble hoax within myself
These illusions are delusions
grandeur I don't have nor deserve

By Pete Scopes