The Tyranny of Damaged Ego.
The misunderstanding of self.
Who we perceive ourselves
to be when compared with the
societal expectations placed upon
us by others or what we expect of ourselves
in a social setting.
Classic Ego, Freud would say, was just
your conscious mind and how you
distinguished yourself from others.
This is “me”; That is “you”.
Yet, it seems to this conscious mind;
Ego is easily corrupted.
Corrupted by childhood traumas,
accidents, punishments, embarrassments,
jokes gone awry, lies we tell ourselves to feel
better, beliefs we clung to despite being proven false,
and perhaps not being understood by the people that
are supposed to understand us.
That damage, causing a misrepresentation
of ourselves, to ourselves, leading to feelings
of inadequacy, failure, fear, panic, anxiety,
depression, and long-winded poems about
one’s sense of self in very trying and
Damaged Ego is a tyrant.
Ruling over the hemispheres of our
minds like some golden idol from history,
bent on total domination through
the tactics of, suspicion, division and doubt.
A smiling tyrant wielding a globus cruciger
as we wander in the no man’s land of
self-pity and self-incrimination, searching
for some normalcy in the ever-pitched battle
between me and mine.
A tyrant to be defied often, even defeated.
Defeated and defied, buried away, giving room
for the true self: the happy, go-lucky, self-satisfied
person I want to be. The genuine me who I want to be
when not in the throes of some exasperated emotional
state brought on by the most infinitesimal of troubling events.
That Damaged Ego Tyrant, buried for a time
in a tomb, unearthed and revived occasionally,
by some bumbling archeologists who knew not
what they were doing. Unleashing something
like a cursed Mummy, set to take revenge on those
who woke it from its slumber.
Rising up from the dust, to start the battle again,
over and over.
We mange our perceptions of self as
best we can I suppose. We fight the tyranny
of the damaged ego.
We falter, we eulogize, we apologize,
we cry, we laugh, we struggle, we fight on.
Always hoping that after each battle,
the misunderstanding of ourselves is