Complex.

Inside you,

An evil concealed,

There is a stump,

You have been familiar with.

Are you obsessed,

With being the best,

Or is it true,

That the problem lies not with you?

Then why are there triggers in the things that people do not consider so?

This place is a landmine for your tormented soul.

Come out now,

Into the Light,

He will expose,

All that you despise,

Wretched man that I am,

But praise be to God,

He gives grace where I am tempted,

His wrath to relent,

By Jesus' blood exempted,

Mercy and grace given with consent,

Because He is good and do not resent,

A broken spirit as my prayers ascent.

Rid me please,

Of being defensive,

To peers I fear to be superior,

Though I sincerely rejoice in their successes,

Rid me please of this deep torn,

I want to be glad thoroughly, fully,

Even if it's true that I am weakest.

As a faithling said,

Lord, please take my weak yes;

I rather be weak than have a complex,

Teach me Lord to be content.