Encumbered Ego

Why am I encumbered by this useless ego?
It seems like it thinks that I'm the centre of attention,
that all revolves around me.
This life that I'm living isn't special at all
so why would anybody care?
It sickens me to think about it.
How I think people try to tell me things,
while they have their own problems and lifes.
So I read and write creating this lie I tell myself.
And I'm too blind to see
that I'm deceiving no one but me.
Does this make me bad?
Or could there be some truth to my lies?
So many questions are being raised everyday,
while I'm missing the point of this life of mine.
I seem to have lost the ability to pursue my happiness.