My soul recognizes the truth, my heart discerns it too But, as soon as my mouth opens, my ego steers Is this self-preservation, folly A display of my absurd complacency? I cannot have a heartfelt conversation While being led by my ego It is undoubtedly twice as big as I am Portraying the illusion of safeguarding me Say, from rejection and heartbreak. Looking within, there is a lot of havoc Rendering vulnerability close to impossible There is no genuineness in my ego It wants to be right, portray power None of these matters When it stems from a place of inauthenticity Yet, I hold on tight, clipping my wings. There is no room for both truth and ego I feel that if I bury my ego, I will be struck naked I'm fine, I'm okay will not suffice anymore My pain will be so apparent, there will be nowhere to hide it How do I show up for my truth? These answers I have but don't seem to heed. It is proving an immense challenge, sigh!