THE SOCIETY DICTATES:
1. EGO
This piece is for my ego that criticizes others for the mistakes it only recently stopped making, for depending too much while raising the flags of independence, screaming for immunity.
This piece is for my ego that just became what it is because others had let it down so many times, and when it climbed back up, it rockets to the skies, never to come down again.
This piece is for my ego, the hypocritical bastard that pretends not to care, but deeply worries about how humanity threads the edge of oblivion.
This piece is for my ego, the self centered subconscious that is well aware of the mistakes I make, yet gives a perfect excuse to carry on.
This piece is for my ego that shelters the abilities of mischief, yet treads with grace on thorns that pricks all the way to the spine.
This piece is for my ego, that tells openly what I despise, yet accompanies me to do the same to others, with the reasons that I have withstood the same.
This piece is for my ego, that won't let me resign even though my wrongs outweigh my rights.
This piece is for my ego, that makes me smile to my friends, yet conceit within me to outshine them whenever I get the chance.
This piece is for my ego, that took my friends away from me, and left me with bloody mongrels, clawing at every imperfect piece of me.
This piece is for my ego, that makes me strive for perfection. Nothing is never enough.
This piece is for my ego, the one who wouldn't let me die in peace.
By: GreyGray
This piece is for my ego that criticizes others for the mistakes it only recently stopped making, for depending too much while raising the flags of independence, screaming for immunity.
This piece is for my ego that just became what it is because others had let it down so many times, and when it climbed back up, it rockets to the skies, never to come down again.
This piece is for my ego, the hypocritical bastard that pretends not to care, but deeply worries about how humanity threads the edge of oblivion.
This piece is for my ego, the self centered subconscious that is well aware of the mistakes I make, yet gives a perfect excuse to carry on.
This piece is for my ego that shelters the abilities of mischief, yet treads with grace on thorns that pricks all the way to the spine.
This piece is for my ego, that tells openly what I despise, yet accompanies me to do the same to others, with the reasons that I have withstood the same.
This piece is for my ego, that won't let me resign even though my wrongs outweigh my rights.
This piece is for my ego, that makes me smile to my friends, yet conceit within me to outshine them whenever I get the chance.
This piece is for my ego, that took my friends away from me, and left me with bloody mongrels, clawing at every imperfect piece of me.
This piece is for my ego, that makes me strive for perfection. Nothing is never enough.
This piece is for my ego, the one who wouldn't let me die in peace.
By: GreyGray

Nice piece
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DeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteLove the way I was reading it as if I truly wrote it to myself, for myself.
Great job!
Thanks a bunch.
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