Fourty

I have a huge ego.
It is enormous.
I try very hard - very hard - to keep it in check.
It's just this need, and this inherent insistence that I am better than everyone else. It's something inside that needs to vocalize, through me, that I know more and understand more, and see more, than everyone else.

I've learned to make a mockery of it.
Acknowledge that the pompousness is there,
and ridicule it with sarcasm.

It's gotten much, much better since high school.
But it's still very, very big.

I think of it as a piece of me, fighting me, trying to make me something - someone - that I don't want to be (anymore).