Superbia.

This poem is no way intended for me, it is only focused on a typical egoistic human nature and personality. Im not ashamed, for I have nothing to be shameful of. Im different and special, as my few flaws, are mere imperfections. No, Im not perfect. though im reaching perfection. My head is always held high, and I have no reason, to feel shy. I must be praised, and i must be famed, I should be put in a Museum, for everyone to marvel, at my beauty. I am a shining star, amongst all the dim, My intellegince, is of no competition. My talent has no rim. Everyone wishes they were me, because I was born to be envied.