Pride is a must, essential to guard
The Soul Within you claim your own.
Vanity, a replacement, an alter ego
To depend and rely prior
The True Self is known.
You are compelled to construct
a man made core to revolt
Around to contain your thoughts,
your feelings or else—
your heart shall rust.
Then living will no longer be
possible for you, are blinded.
You can't see, you cannot seek
yourself in your fear.
Confined and so you had to pretend
to put up a facade, a mask a tent.
Untaught of the fickle you must believe
in the dark, the unknown, mysterious
Shadow.