They shoot poets, don't they?

Today I ran into my ego.
She did not see me coming.
She was there, she was running.
Into what we know is true.
And what we think is false.
Taking the nature's course.
Meaningless.

Today I ran into my ego.
She was not there.
Stumbled across my own self.
She was a selfish brat.
A reflection of what I could have been.
A different reality.
Between you and me.
Senseless. Stone. Still.

Today I ran into my ego.
She did not know it was me.
She smiled and nodded.
Then hit me in the face.
I did not see her coming.
Now here I am.
Piteous. Selfless. Ill.