Ego Poem by Christopher Cariad
Ego
I like to think my ego saved my life.
That those thoughts,
brought me out of this strife.
You may find me egomaniac,
tis only a show.
A mask for this insecurity.
A road that headed nowhere,
a journey so rocky and frail.
This emotional state had me on life’s edge.
Till this ego,
I was left for dead.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
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12/11/2025 6:59:22 PM # 1.0.0
Nothing more derailing than an ego dead to life. Nicely written.