Ego

In a world of threads, designer and bold, Strutting the streets, a story untold. Cloaked in labels, from head to toe, Ego on display, a lavish show. Designer fabrics whispering wealth, Worn like armor, a display of self. But you don't know the way that you look, When your steps make that much noise, like an open book. A parade of fashion, a spectacle grand, Yet beneath the surface, a shaky stand. I got you all figured out, it seems, You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen. In those tailored stitches and shades so dark, A yearning for validation, a silent spark. For in the mirror of opulence, you pose, Yet humility fades where the ego grows.