Faceted Flaw

I try to summon pride & search for a well to draw it from.
What people say that they see in me leaves me confused & numb.

My mirror must be a liar for I do not see it there.
I close my eyes to sense it, but I can’t feel it anywhere.

Maybe I was told too early that pride’s a dangerous thing.
Or maybe I’m too worried no one would get the songs I sing.

Chances come around & they all encourage me to engage.
That’s when mine & others’ viewpoints clash in ready war to wage.

Here’s the bottom line: I’m grateful I feel seen at all & heard.
I’m lucky that some see more than just a guy who’s good with words.