Death by Pride

My autopsy will read,
Cause of death was pride,
due to an inflated sense of self-worth,
with an acute psychological need to be right.

My condition is surely fatal,
Unless I undergo an egoectomy.
What will become of me when I am egoless?
Surely I will be half of a woman upon removal.

No one understands my plight.
One single solution has been reached by all;
“letting your pride kill you is a senseless way to go.”
They fail to remember I am the only expert in my life.

Yes, my pride has kept me from happiness,
but its also shielded my from pain.
Why should I admit, I’m a little bit in love with you,
without an happy ending satisfaction guarantee?

Gambling is no vice of mine,
hence playing Russian Roulette with my pride,
is seldom an option.
I’ll just stick to solitaire.

My only other option is to retreat to my fortress of solitude
for it has plenty of room for my pride.
There is where I will wait,
Until every last bit of pride leaves my body.