Me and My Ego

I have a curious relationship with my ego.
We are not friends, but where ever I go she goes.
At times we fight like sisters – with attacks so low the sting burns.
Sometimes I sit and watch her play.
Other times she destroys something and I take the blame.
After all, what can I do?
My ego is always there – a part of me yet completely separate.
If unleashed destruction is in her wake,
Am I not the one who should have taken a break?
My ego and I have a strenuous relationship.
We fight with each other, we laugh, we love together,
And sometimes we simply exist.
Take heed though and don’t trust your ego, I never do mine.
The secret is to merely listen, observe, and untwine.

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