In my delusion's, I am an almighty epitome; bursting with supreme, unquestionable dominance over everything I crave. Fighting to get what I want, not allowing any hindrance to get in my way.
In my delusion's, I am a wise phenomenon; sharp with awareness, clever at achieving any goal I aspire. Able to make sensible evaluations and implications on the basis of personal knowledge and experience.

In my delusion's, I am as unpredictable, as a tigers every measure; appalling in the eyes of he, and astonishing in the orbs of she. Not easily foreseen, and waited upon for the next gesture.

In my delusion's, I am an innocent psyche; ignored by evil, naive to others, and innocuous to those who are to too shallow to see. Blameless and vulnerable as a any person could be.

In my delusion's, I am devious; sneaking my way through distress, and cunningly passing my problems onto others. Embracing my fox like attitude and turning it into something I could easily influence.

In my delusion's, I am important; pompous, and full of splendor. Proficient at exposing excessive logic of self-importance. But those are only my delusions. Misleading, beliefs that yearn to be genuine. I am none of that. I am my own party. I am self-supporting and confident. I do not need any reverie to tell me who I am. Because one thing, that will forever be known is that ... I am me.