Dissertation of Ego

I was born in your heart’s deep core,

To sharpen pride, and rise once more.

Styled in grace, in mirrored hue,

I wore your charm, and walked with you.

Adorned with crowns you strove to gain,

I bathed in glory, drank your fame.

Yet etched in me, your silent ache,

The wounds they gave, the smiles they fake.

I never falter, never fall—

I am the echo in your call.

I am the fire that burns in you,

Your shadow’s truth, forever true.

But oft I spark a silent war,

Not with yourself—but those you adore.

My voice resists the bowed-down head,

And feeds on words once left unsaid.

Forgive I can, forget I won’t—

For slights and stings, I guard and gloat.

A friend, a flame, a foe, a guide—

I am your ego, deep inside.