Applause roars from the throats of loved ones
A beam of sunshine stretches across your face,
The pride of a dozen lions bursts from the depths and basks in golden praise
Confidence is rising,
Strength is returning,
Happiness is pursuing
But what’s that?
Towering over you like a thousand story skyscraper
It looms over everyone,
Covering those remaining with shadows
What is it?
People scream and run,
Others cower away and hide
For it has grown far beyond the limits from praise.
It’s my ego.