Pride

Its a dangerous addiction 

it makes me feel high, and its nice, why lie

although, its lead to many devastations. 

self-love is important,

but at times i wonder if its worth it?

hurting those i consider significant. 

All because i put myself first, 

it makes me question all the time 

whats worse?

lying to protect someone

or hurting myself 

and falling for someone. 

Then i come to the conclusion, 

because of my huge ego 

all my lovers, have turned into delusions. 

(k.a)

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This poem is about: 
Me

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