pedestal

in my delusioned stupor
my ego screams for agony, for strife, for everything to sate it
it demands wrath, it demands harsh words, and nothing but silence as an answer
and i feed the corrupted thing, it bolsters me for a time
it tells me i am the only, i am the wise
and it tells the person who set before me is only a fool
and i delight in my ego on a throne, sitting high was pedestal even as it crumbles
it shatters like stained glass and cuts on the way down
and my ego turns, telling me all the truth of how i deceived myself and the people around me
and tells me i am nothing but selfish and beg for attention in its righteousness
my ego, in its dying descent, is always right
i make my enemies in the highs of my ego
and i never learn