My Pride

By : Me

My pride
My pride keeps me from speaking up when something’s on my mind
For fear of what one might think of my words.
My pride inhibits me from looking up
For fear of what one might say when they look in eyes.
My pride stops me from putting on “that” outfit
For fear of how one might stare when they see me in it.
My pride won’t let me be happy with my daydreaming ways
For fear that someone will walk by and kill my high.
My pride is in direct correlation
With the fear that I swear I don’t have
The fear of what people think of me
The fear of just being me
The fear of loving me
In pure form.