I hold onto <br />like they're precious <br /> <br />my ego <br />my anger <br />my vanity <br />my dignity <br />my belief <br />my faith <br /> <br />miles of them <br />they would need reams of paper <br />to be written <br />and when stacked high <br />could be seen only <br />MY. <br /> <br />MY <br /> <br />the self ruthless <br /> <br />wiping out your face!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-26/
