Paradox

Recklessly cautious,

the shy ego waits for signs of approval;

     To be noticed even...

Then hides behind the anonymity

of words

and runs undercover to the lonely solitude

of compulsive perfection

in a world of ideas,

thereby allowing said ego not to be pierced again

by imperfect companionship.

Good stuff

Thank you jason.  We don't have chess matches in this group. ;)

I am sure this is something out of personal experience....it's a good description of what actually happens.

I enjoyed your poem very much.  After the second read I felt that there is an under lying theme that seemed to deepen or lengthen the succinctly written piece.