POEMS, SONGS AND POETIC GIFS

A Psychiatric Appointment with the Mirror (Direct, yet deeply symbolic)
Author: D’Bara Arruda

Dearest ego,
Sometimes the greatest act of healing is self-forgetting —
the exile of one’s own ego, so that essence may emerge.

Ego pathology.

I decided to fall into oblivion,
to see if it calms my inflamed ego — is there a cure?
Placebo…

I caught a virus of contagious praise
and now my intellectual pathways are clogged.
I’ve got a fever of greatness — like, a thousand degrees.

My pride is constipated.
Is it wounded? — Not at all.
I’ve tried common sense as a laxative,
but the fever won’t let up.

Now I have a conscience-ache,
and every thought throbs
like a symphony of amorality.

They gave me the wrong medication —
some “complex of I-don’t-know-what.”
For vanity, it did nothing.

“I’m the best at everything.”
— Your case is serious, I see…

Diagnosis: too human to be a god,
and too proud to be just human.

You must deflate to expand.
It’s not the ego that breathes — it’s the soul.
And it only learns when silence drowns the scream of the mirror.

I prescribe a strong tea of self-awareness,
three times per millisecond,
and daily self-reflection
in a bathtub of rational ice —
each cube: a resolved dogma.

If symptoms persist after one hour,
I recommend total isolation
and a ban on flatterers.

And if even then the symptoms remain…
throw yourself into the abyss of silence,
where the ego doesn’t know how to swim
and the soul finally learns to breathe.

The Ministry of Human Ridiculization warns:
Ego obliteration may cause side effects to natural brilliance
and spikes of low self-esteem, leading to existential depression.
Ego: use in moderation.
Without ego, you disappear.
With too much ego, you're just an echo.