EGO
I’m a person—quiet, calm,
Caring best how I can, loyal and warm.
Even when they do me wrong,
I smile, move on, and play along.
I don’t know why I stay so still
When pain comes knocking, sharp and real.
I can’t explain, can’t always show
The storm inside I barely know.
“Ego”—a word I’ve often heard,
But I never thought it shaped my world.
Day by day, I’ve come to see
A hidden force alive in me.
Behind a wall, behind a chain,
My ego sleeps, unknown by name.
What does it want? What might it be?
A stranger buried deep in me.
One day a man, with venom tongue,
Yelled without cause—and I stayed strong.
I spoke with grace, I let it slide,
Still he mocked, still he pried:
“You’re a loser—nothing more.
You’ll never win; you’re weak to the core.”
Then something snapped—I don’t know how.
My eyes turned red, I changed somehow.
Anger surged like molten flame,
My hands ignited with unnamed rage.
The man was gone—he flew, he fell.
And there I stood: a gate to hell.
My ego woke, no longer tame—
A beast of wrath, a god unchained.
It wasn’t anger—not just fire,
But a deeper force, a darker liar.
When ego breaks, the world will see
The demon king that lives in me.
Not born of evil, but of pain,
Of all the times I took the blame.
Of every bruise I smiled through,
Of all I lost while staying true.
My ego—silent, sharp, and cold,
Stronger than gods, fierce and bold.
When hurt enough, it claims the sky—
And those who mocked begin to cry.
