My Echo, My Ego, and My Shadow

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.