My Echo, My Ego, and My Shadow.
My echo speaks from a higher place.
It repeats my evil as goodness.
Not with a whisper but a scream..
Not as a fact but as a dream.
It reeks of self-indulgence
riding on a jagged voice.
My ego is my mediator
with the outside world.
It is impenetrable.
It knows only victory
and never surrenders.
Its best friend is power
wielded with the sharpest sword.
My shadow
on this beautiful sun-filled day
has left me in disgust.