Poetry

Ego’s Costume

A person named Ego had quite the persona,
Always thinking highly, like a majestic iguana.
But deep down inside, beneath the bravado and pelf,
Lay a tiny, insecure, and fragile self.

Poetry

Behind the Mask

For years and years not only did I wear a mask, 

I wore a costume. Never showing my true self, 

Afraid to be judged. As time went by, 

The costume became who I am, 

But in my heart, I knew I wasn’t being true. 

Trying to break free from the mask and the costume. 

MAD 11/3/24