Pride - Poem by Rachel Martin
I’m barely holding on to my pride
But yet it is up so high
Breaking me down one by one
Piece by piece
I can’t seem to release
These feelings that hide so deep inside
And prey on my pride
And while I try to hide the tears
That I cry
I simply ask myself why?
Do I let this happen?
One moment to happy another to sad
As I walk through the rain
I call the cab of my fears then
Comes the stab in the back of people
Who were once so close
But now million miles away
So as the pain and misery they left back
Preys on my heart and mind
I slowly turn crazy
Becoming smarter to hide these tears
And raise my pride
To sky high
Because I still know that one day
My heart won’t break down
And let me die.
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