Still Born
Pride wiil not share or ever hide
We drink it young in mother's milk
And eats within and lives a lie,
'Neath a stubborn mask of iron will;
It admits no wrong or mistake,
Heeds no advice an with ill grace
Pretends excuse with sacrifice;
This fragile skin,false covering
Insecurity's low self worth,
Dies its death,orphaned and alone.
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