Pride
One of the easiest mistakes to make is having too much pride.
It is the sneakiest of snakes as it makes its home inside.
It only needs the teeniest tinyest of space til it inflates then trouble has arrived.
Then it's disobedience and ego that dictates to elevate as common sense is left behind.
Soon is too late as it just scrapes and breaks as heart and head collide.
You make the mistake that creates the hate because now they think you lied.
They can't relate or escape from what takes place as it begins to divide.
Those you love can only wait and speculate until you decide.
Feeling misplaced maybe erased as you chase this thing called pride.
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