What is Pain

Without the gain?

I hate to complain,

But I'm sick of this Pain.

It's slowing me down,

Increasing my daily frown,

I just wanna be like Brown,

Or the other idols around.

To be weak

Is destroying my pride,

The Pride that runs in my blood.

It runs,

And runs,

And runs.

It keeps going,

Masking the Pain.

The Pride holds for long,

Until the Pain comes along,

To show us we were wrong.

"Overriding,"

Says the Pain,

"Break."

Pride thinks...

"Break."

No.

"Break!"

Pride fuels the last of itself in me,

But now the Pride is Pain.

"BREAK!"....

Pride has had it...

It has broken,

And Pain takes over.

Pride knows there's always gain,

But Pride wants it faster.

I want it faster.

I resent Pain,

We clash in a war,

Whenever we're one and the same.

Pain...

Is like a disease;

Never wait too long to aid Pain.

But if Pride just wants the gain,

You better hope you win that war,

Because what Pain has in store,

Is an arsenal Pride will abhor:

Weakness.

Never give in to Pain,

But never let Pain remain...

Pride & Pain,

Result in nothing but shame.