There are things in life that I'm not proud of.
This is one of them.
How could I have so carelessly discarded my pride?
I may be making something out of nothing.
But I'm sorry.
Pride is something I hold on to with clenched fists.
Perhaps a little too dearly.
So much so that it has become a torment.
The source of my inner conflicts.
Which seem to become more apparent, more frequent these days.
Without fail.
You seem to bring out the worst in me.
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