Poetry Monday: Let the Ego Die

I’m worn out
I’m tired
I don’t want
To fight
With anyone
About anything – 
I want rest
I want peace
I hate
These young bucks
Who think they
Have to prove
Something – 
They’re insecure
And push
Others around – 
I don’t like myself
But I accept me – 
Stop fighting
Start accepting

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.