Category : Poems

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See I was a proud lost
Nothing mattered more than my emotional respect, honour and recognition
I hated to lose
In fact I was okay with failure than losing
Nobody could get away with making me look stupid, even if that wasn't your mission
Going to bed without confronting any abuser of my pride was the second hell
I loved to learn from those who know what I didn't know, but I had my own boundaries
Persecuting my ignorance was equal to hurting my pride and ego
No one had the right to build their day's fulfilment at the expense of my bruised pride
As a matter of fact I considered it to be a heartless injustice
I was really complicated
I must have been ten times deep