Ego
What fragile thing
Although invisible
It can be detrimentalOne burst of air, can send it flying in the sky
While one small prick can send it dying to the groundWhen one is confident
They are called ignorant
And when one is insecure
They are called a foolIt seems that when it comes to ego
It will never be safely in between
For others opinions
Matter so much more to meSatisfied, I will never be
For ego might never be the key
Even though it's hard to see
My ego will never let me free
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PuisiA poetry collection of struggles ordinary people go through daily. Some may say these issues are a waste of time, but for most of us, it makes us who we are.