Narcissiticly Insecure

I have an ego,

that could be popped with a finger tip,

I have a smile,

that could shatter with a couple words,

I love to talk.

Only because I hate the silence,

I long to be the center,

Only in effort to feel the hole at mine,

I'm scared of myself,

Because I fear what I don't know,

I'm able to hide this all,

Because of my false sense of an ego,