It's us, Pride and Insult lurking in your mind. Like two demons hanging on your shoulders giving bad advise. Laughing at your insecurities, teaching you how to react and what to do. We get in the way, you see, we love making you angry. Separating people, is what we strive for. 

We sit, and wait, for the perfect moment. We bubble inside you and surface like fizz. A serpent, we are. We play the game, it's our art. First I, Pride. sitting still, looking you in the eye, with a smug smile, patiently waiting on what Insult will say. 

Insult, like venom, strikes to bite, its fangs pointy and long, aim for the heart. Our intent is to hurt, and cause you pain. Seeing it in your eyes, will cause us harm, but we do not care, it feed us and we continue to fight. 

Your defeated eyes, become lifeless and dull. And slowly, your face crumbles and falls. A flash of satisfaction crosses our eye, while darkness, clouds yours, do you want to cry? It makes us want to hurt your ego and self-admiration some more. We laugh, spitting at your face, your lip quivers, and tears stain your face.

Insult feels guilt, but not I. I push, and you pull, but I don't give a damn. My job is to stand my ground, hurt you, so I can feel fine. Your eyes do not move me, neither does your touch. I am greater than you, don't make me laugh. Mocking, I hope to see your defeat, it's around the corner. I see it, I know, you are weak.

But, you got a little of me inside. I see it, I recognize the ego that lurks behind you, like a shadow. But Insult and I, we are stronger than you, and, together we'll get the best of you. 

For you, I feel pity. I like making you look small. We are the obstacles who keep people, like the two of you, apart. No matter how much you fight us, or speak words of love, we come out of nowhere, to mess it all up...

Once insult is out, you cannot take it back. Self respect is thrown out the window. Forgive and forget? I don't think it will last, the words that were said cut like tiny sharp knives. The wounds bleed and wont heal from the deeps cuts you've made. It's a mess neither of you can pretend to mend. 

Guts and blood splattered between the pair of you, salty tears, and wallows, forgive us the trouble but, no words can express the fugacious joy we feel... Then again, shortly after releasing us, our enemy regret shows up, acting all superior.

Words of sorrow are spoken, hearts soar imploding, and hurt, there's no more forgiveness. It's too late. The cracked glass, finally shattered. No glue, tape or gunk can repair what we've caused. We're quite the unbeatable pair. 

If you come close, we'll find a way to bruise you again. Keep your distance, we beg. We don't mean what we say, but, we can't stop ourselves, don't forget, it's us, Insult and Pain.