Pride, and not the Leonine Kind

i was mean today, and have so much pride to repent of. (of which to repent, right, i know, grammar-police! ;)
step one: admit that i'm not that great at 'Just Dance,' but love it anyway.
step two: learn to really believe that i'm not better than others just because i (imagine that i) work harder. [it's sooooo difficult!!!] there are other priorities. like kindness. and, duh, humility.
step three: quit making mean faces in response to hearing certain people's names, no matter how much i don't like them. what if they find out?!?!? it doesn't matter if they wouldn't care!!
step four: learn to realize it's not okay to indulge in dislike of someone, if that dislike comes with a healthy side of pride.

i don't really know what i'm saying. except, i'm a pride-addict, and here is a poem about it:

Fits of frantic anarchy
Or razor-sharp control,
A bout of bargain comedy,
A terror of the soul.
You cheap-and-cheerful chatterbox,
You Silent-as-the-Grave,
You both, you boast, you justify
'Cause you are all you crave.

For every two lacks one, for three,
But fantasize they're four--
As I imagine empires (mine)
In virtue. Truth, I'm poor--
And lonely at the top of what
I now know as below,
Napoleon of Nada but
The pride that makes me crow.
Yes, that's another emperor:
The man become a beast,
Ten thousand leaves of grass consumed
Before he was released.
But we learn nothing, hazard-hap,
Have hardly history.
The next false king to fertilize
That field may be me.

Beware corruption (it's too late)
We're mired, moired, mud--
And chewing our achievements
As a cow (you guessed it) cud.

But listen--there was always hope,
And hope will ever be.
First, count yourselves as nothing.
Then count sparrows.
One...two...three...