I Overcame The Pride Inside
Deep inside is a tunnel of PRIDE,
I'd usually walk alone - even my shadow would hide.
Not concerned of what I did or what I said,
If I was WRONG - I kept that in my head.
But i've grown more,
I've opened doors that taught me my own SELF-morals.
And though my pride is still here,
when Pride is wrong, there's no hesitation - I INTERFERE.
Knowing that its better to confide in SOMEONE mentaly grown,
Than to believe in Pride and walk ALONE.
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