I Am The Ego

To gain control of my controller's control is a task
upon me that has been bestowed.
Since my creation I've lurked in the shadows,
like a thief in the night waiting for my time
to be the unforeseen star who steals the show.
Suppressed ambition held hostage seemingly forever
I'm a victim, we never been to Sweden but Stockholm's
my situation.
A glimmer of chance once summoned I've relished
this moment, hoping not to be judged, misunderstood
or a complete disappointment.
For it's times like this I'm prepared to shine
but pre-ejaculation of my emotions by an audience
of my peers was perceived as the opposite of benign.
Oh how I wonder if I'll ever conquer my inner
inhibitions, cognizance of who I am has put me in a
self checked position.
I took on the task of what was bestowed
deep down I realized I may never fully
gain control of my controller's control.


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