Narcissistic personality disorder

It creeps up when I'm holding a thought,
My ego tells me I need a report,
how am i doing today,
Did my last poem recieve a cherry,

Then I learn a bit about myself,
How am I percieved by others,
Attribute this to my greatness,
Thats how they see me,

But no im just narcissistic,
And none of this means anything,
If I die tommorow,
My work will become famous,

But no im just narcissistic
And I will die like the rest,
Another man gone nameless.