Poem #2

Can’t remember when it started,
It must have been quite gradual.
For when it overtook me,
I became so far less fragile.

Time and time again I felt it,
Start to swell and build within.
I find it hard to quiet,
When it’s daring me to sin.

Every day it rises faster,
Leaving consciousness behind.
Till all I can think of is succeeding,
On the teetering ladder I climb.

Next time don’t judge my actions,
When I put on such airs.
Give me that recognition,
As up and up my ego flares.