My pride makes me the one I am and never ever leaves me
My pride tastes bitter all its ways and pretty often beats me
My pride is always wildly high and woundable quite easy
It can not stand nobody’s lie or someone’s phone is busy
Not once I tried to hide my pride inside my mind or threw it from my nature
But always pride turns back and I turn back in my pride’s capture
I’m temperate and mostly kind but pride is what just makes me blind
Sometimes I fight against ill pride not letting it to trick me
Or otherwise I stay on mine and looking rather freaky
My pride is proud of itself and selfishly hysteric
Don’t touch it with unwashed hands its character’s generic
My pride - capricious child with rich interior world, cute double-faced liar
Poor creature tired of endless scold, keen nosed, light minded slier.
The fire burns the round turns, week moans and groans, strong one’s got force
Ill one’s got nurse, rich’s got a purse a careless - nothing
I’ve got my pride, pride’s got my mind – this is the way I’m stuffing.