Pride, the most elusive slayer of my humanity,
Severing connections because I am better than you, or worse than you,
Because I know more,
Or I know less.
In a tomb of my own creation, I'm screaming for help
Frantically clawing at the walls but pride clasps my mouth shut.
No one can hear me.
It seeps into my inner dialogue, attacking each thought,
A lethal virus whose only cure is vulnerability.