Too prideful to hate
Too heavy to love
Too gifted to hope
This curse form above

The voices they shout
One from in one from out
"Too strong to cry, stand up, don't pout!"
but somewhere inside there's a creeping doubt

Prideful, unapologetic, invincible and high
Isn't this what I want in life?
But there are other things, I cannot lie
Sensitivity, humanity, sympathy, to be rid of strife

Water and oil
They wont mix
but choosing one may spoil
The rest of my life, beyond fix.