Today I am attempting to stare Into my soul. The authentic me. The daughter of God. Who knew? Yet, every once in a while, I feel a sudden and angry kick from my ego. Lashing out in a defiant stand for misery. My stupid fucking ego. How the hell did I ever trade my throne for scraps Of useless junk? It’s almost humorous. But then again…. There is nothing really funny about Starving children sleeping in dumpsters And crying…