Ego

short poem

I can't make friends,Sometimes I feel so alone

But I can make tons of lovers, And leave them feeling cold

What goes around stays there

I killed my friends, I can't go back home

My history locked me up and set me free.

All my life I felt something missing

All this time.

Some people say my ego won't give up, Maybe I trained it to be tough

Put on my lipstick, tie my hair with a bow

Take another pill, put on another show.  

Author's Note

ignore typos

Reviews

[quinfinn]

ego is an essential part of a healthy mental being, but in excess, can waste a person from within. some find it hard to draw that line, and subsequently suffer from loneliness and rejection...on an intellectual level anyway. well penned.

[JessikaEndsley]

Thank you

[quinfinn]

welcome