Abstract Egomania

pill bottle in her pocket
joint in her mouth
she walks slowly down a busy street
looking for friends

where are they
not here
nor there
nonexistent people

did they ever exist
or figments of imagination
someones imagination
clearly not hers

trees sway
no wind is blowing
she is lost in thought
never noticing

never seeing
the ever present elephant in the middle of the street
she breezes bye it
no glimpse not even from the corner of her eye

deep inside herself
she sees nothing
she is consumed with herself
impulses lead the way

perusing self interest only
everything she does is in vain
obsessed with her reflection
obsessed with her own thoughts

looking for nonexistent friends
in her shallow world
conceited and selfish
she feels there must be others

others like her,
lost inside themselves
self absorbed
and arrogant

egoism
seeking attention
recognition
for simply being her

egomania
is her disease
no cure for what she has
its not in her to be selfless