The pretense of a leader
Easily swayed by gossip
Whispers here and there
An ego so fragile
Seeking acceptance
Searching
Longing
Looking for accolades
For a pat on the back
Survey upon survey
Stacked high
Your eyes glimmer
At the prospect
Of high marks
Why does it matter
Do the results
Fill the void
That one lacks
Called self-worth
Look at yourself
Just take a look
Baroque Medusa 