I’ve spent my entire life
Trying to make my parents proud,
And in failing at this
I learnt something rather profound
Somedays I take pride
In getting out of bed;
Other times I am proud
For saying no instead of yes
Some our proud to be different,
Some are proud to be the same,
But pride is not something bestowed upon you
By anything but your brain
Are you allowed to be proud
That you are not dead?
That you’ve made it through life
Through the hardships in your head
Or does pride only count
When you get a promotion ?
Is it only grandeous achievements
That inspire awe and devotion?
Pride is not very easy to define,
As we have all done shameful things,
But it is those who do not seek recognition
That understand it comes from within.