Ego

The stronger it is, the harder it falls. 

I wonder what precisely makes the voice it carries so loud in my quietest moments. Steadfast, I secure my frame and brace daily for every solid impact against it. It challenges me constantly to show proof of my progression past the perpetual need to hear it out. It's such an insistent voice. So sharp and distinct yet unfamiliar, it knows me well, or so it says. I thought it spoke for me. At times, it may still yet I choose to represent myself because it doesn't always have my best interest at heart. I need to learn when to let it go even when it refuses to leave me alone. We part ways as acquaintances though I don't take its counsel for granted because it grants me an understanding of what I have, who I am, and was. I don't want to forget that. 

I believe that sometimes I can hear it out, but still, I can not allow it access to make the decisions that govern me or my life because it only steers me one way. Maybe at times, that is the way to go, although if I do, I want to be clear that it's how I chose to act and not what I have heard, with it already being chosen for me. That way, responsibility is mine.

Ego.