Pride Poem by Jeunese Rona

I've got my pride
I will not cry
I'm sick and tired
Of all the lies.
You thought I'd wither
You thought I'd die
You thought I'd crumble
When you said goodbye.
No more tears shed,
I'll just accept
It's over now
I must forget...
Yet as I lay here
I truly wonder
What it is
My heart truly desires.
Play the victim
And beg you to stay?
Let you see my pain?
Expose my dismay?
Maybe it will bring you
Right back to me...
Maybe it will change
The way you feel...
'NO! Be strong! '
I tell myself,
'You've got your pride,
It's all that's left! '