Clash
Ego and pride.
Consciousness and insecurity.
Why must they clash?
Everytime I think.
I have the ego to believe myself.
I have the pride to defend myself.
I'm loud.
And I am proud.
And everyone should hear me.
I've got it all.
Nothing is out of reach.
But then why must consciousness exist?
Why must it whisper?
Am I too loud?
Is my voice hiding all the others?
And then insecurity burns.
It's like a fire.
A rabid bird in a cage.
Do you free it?
Insecurity holds me back.
Keeps me from talking.
From moving.
Where is pride?
Where is ego?
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