O ego

 O ego, you are like a wound, which gives me a sound of grief, you make me weak and blind, I hate you, I hate you. O ego you are like a wound, when you come, I  lose my control of mind, you are looking like a naughty wind, who scattered my paper up and down, I hate you, I hate you. O ego you are like a wound, it has no sound, it gives grief and disturbed mind, O God save me this cute, I hate you, I hate you. O ego you are like a wound, when you come, I can't understand, what is right? What is wrong? I hate you, I hate you.