There you go again, struttin’, braggin’, hypin’ yourself again,
Crisping in your ego jacuzzi, self-love taken to extremes,
Flexin’ ‘bout your life’s achievements like they’re the stuff of myths and legends,
Convince yourself every morning that you’re the alpha, still, among fellow humans,
Keeping an eye out, too, on the others like an enemy sniper,
Your level of hustle dictated, seemingly, by peers’ everyday movements,
Donning on that costume when in a face-to-face environment,
Chest proud, shoulders back, eyes up, simple tells you’d rehearsed over and over,
Selling yourself as a chess master, always several steps ahead,
They ought to tremble at the inventory of worlds that you’d conquered,
Joke’s on you, though, as you’ll realise sooner or later,
Get your head from out the clouds and peep at the outliers,
The ones lurking in the shadows away from the population,
Folks like you call ‘em scared and tentative, silenced by intimidation,
You’re dead wrong for believing they’re scared to compete with others,
Not all waste time searching for new people to one-up and get one over,
Some prefer to compete only with the individual within the mirror,
To overcome obstacles no bigger than whom they were just days and weeks before,
No need to feel threatened by the achievements of others, such a mindset is reserved for fools and suckers,
You liken yourself to a warrior, one to be feared, envied and admired,
Hate to say it but they see through the bullshit, you’re just a weenie drowning in insecurities,
Enslaved yourself to your peers, most of whom are just minding their own business,
Letting ‘em live inside your head, rent-free, talk about a wretched existence,
Think about that the next time you prance and preen,
Relying on others to measure yourself against, the rewards are limited indeed.