Ego, a mask we wear,
To hide our doubts and fear,
A shield we put up high,
To protect ourselves from prying eyes.
But ego, a dangerous game,
Can bring us fortune, or cause us pain,
It blinds us to the truth and light,
And fills our hearts with selfish might.
Ego, a force that drives,
The need to be seen and recognized,
To prove our worth, to make a mark,
To show the world we are not in the dark.
Yet ego, a fickle friend,
Can lead us to a lonely end,
For in our quest for power and fame,
We lose sight of what really matters, and what remains.
So let us shed this ego shell,
And embrace humility, and do well,
For in the end, it's not what we own,
But who we are, that truly makes us known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem