Forgive My... "Pride"

Pride?...

Sure...

Let's call the disgust I experience when I look in the mirror, "pride."

What my eyes see in that mirror is only the opposite of their lust,

and it must be the "pride" that resides behind these eyes stopping them from seeing what good could possibly be in that reflection-

So...

Forgive my pride, or don't...

I'll just continue to keep quiet‐

keep to myself...

It's only a hurtful hatred that I hide‐

the number of masks I possess are more than the dust that surrounds my each stride.

Not even my mirror knows my real face‐

and why I hide each and every version of myself‐

well, because of my "pride" of course...

it's only my "pride" that stops me from eating,

why I have such a hard time receiving,

and my "pride" that says I should wear a bag over my head‐

my "pride" that breeds the feeling of needing to people please...

and my "pride" that's being voiced in what's written here.

Pride—

Yeah...

Let's say that, that was my choice...

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I feel the need to leave this here; this has nothing to do with PRIDE & the LGBTQIA+ community. This is an expression of frustration with my quietness and unwillingness to share things about myself be misunderstood as me being prideful. :)

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