The Conflict

I argued with myself one time

My guilt I would appease

“You could improve”

My conscience chimed

“And who are you to tell me?”

“Am I not you, and you not me?”

The little voice replied

I didn’t have an answer 

So I summoned up my pride

“Before you give such smug advice

Respect you have to earn!”

“And how am I to do that

When you flat refuse to learn?”

I didn’t have an answer

And he offered no insight

The little voice fell silent

But it kept me up all night

Who actually won the argument?

Of that I am not sure

Yet being such a know-it-all

He seemed quite insecure