Pride

To me it has a cowards ring,
For one who doesn't hide, behind anything.

Smoke and mirrors, what the hell?
Another way to avoid as well.

Pride is a mighty thing,
Mess with it, and I feel the sting.

Embarassment is the worse,
Private or public, always a curse.

And humiliation a bitter pill,
Just have to suffer through it still.

To warn others of this path,
Would only cause undo wrath.

I play fair, despite,
To be vengeful, would feel right.

Now back to pride,
It's hard to hide.
On lifes long and difficult ride.