Ego Ran Away With My Mask

Ego ran away in the middle of the night with my favorite mask. I did not realize it was gone until morning When I saw my bare face in the mirror My twelve-year-old vulnerability with freckles. I had not seen myself without protective covering for many moons You cannot go out in public that way! I chastised myself. You are too fearful, too delicate, too fragile. Where is your mask? The mask was long gone, eaten up by the hard-on-me-monster. Ego apparently thought he was being too accommodating. She wanted to turn him into a minion for herself. I fastened a concrete wall around myself, hoping to fool the masses into thinking I was a grown up.