Two-faced.
You swell in the chest, warm blooms of pride for someone whom you love.
You smile sweetly.
"Im proud of you"
You're great,
but too much of you, and you become poisonous.
An overdose.
After a while, your soothing flowers harden and clump into large, heavy lumps.
They drag your humility down, they crush it. You crush it.
You drip into the mind slowly. Feeding self righteousness and arrogance to someone.
"I'm better than them."
"I don't need anyone's help."
After a while, everything's just hard and cold. There's no warmth or happiness, just a numb appreciation for oneself and their pride.
You mask material happiness with the real thing.
Pride is a poison that's infested our planet.
Every man for himself, right?
