Dysfunctional Family of Self-Efficacy

This one is about the darkness behind confidence

Vanity, arrogance, entitlement, narcissism, and pretentiousness
They are the traits of a weak man.
But when held in balance, they do not weaken him.
They shape him.
They sharpen him.
They turn that weak man into a strong one.
Yet strength like this demands a price
He must walk a tightrope,
gripping each trait like a wild mustang,
holding fire in his hands
and praying it doesn’t burn through his skin.
When he learns to ride, the chaos
to tame the wild mustang without killing its spirit
He earns something greater than pride:
He earns SELF-EFFICACY.
Not the hollow kind,
But the kind that lives in the chest like a steady flame,
a wild stallion now obedient to his rhythm,
ready to gallop toward desire with quiet power.
But this man
He must live every day watching the rope,
testing his grip,
containing the fire.
He must hold the beauty of self-efficacy
while honouring the danger beneath it.
That’s the dysfunctional family
that lives in my mad heart.
A family I do not resent, I admire.
Because I see beauty in their chaos.
And just as we accept the flaws of a beautiful lover,
Why shouldn’t I accept the ugliness
woven into my own self-efficacy?