Too proud
I’m sick of this place,
And its stuffy air.
Its minute people
And their minute problems
Are giving me a headache.
I don’t claim to be smart,
It’d be great if I could.
But give me a break!
Is a 90 not good?
Step off your pedestals
You’ve put yourselves on,
And appreciate what’s there.
Don’t look at me,
Like some kind of bug
Because I don’t play in your league,
Or love what you love.
Open your minds,
To the beauty around,
Take a deep breath!
Come back to the ground!
I may not know what you know,
But I’m too proud to ask.
So I keep my mouth closed
While you go on
About your stupid lives.
I’m too proud to tell you
That I want to cry
And scream at you
“Please! Just open your eyes!”
You’re not so smart
You can’t speak your language.
Maybe you’re too proud
To admit you’re no good
Or to ask me for help
So you put language down.
And I’m still too proud
To give you a show,
And let you know
That I too have talent.
That I could beat you.
That I can read ‘Hamlet’.
But we’re too proud,
So we suffer.
We excel at one thing
And lose at another.
Pride will be our downfall.
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