My ego

My ego is a size of a mole, and like the mole I wish to crawl into a deep, dark hole. I am brazen enough to write in language I didn't master. I still want to write and live happily after. I thought I have something to say, I might bring something new, to ad my two cents to this overflowing culture. My deflated ego says: shut up, your stories are lame. You are to late, everything was already written. You can not bring and say anything new. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/21/2012