A lot of times many people tell me that I'm weak that it so often gets to me what being weak really is. When I call you by your last name or greeting you with my head slightly bowed and hands together is my way of showing respect to you; making me ask myself if it's a sign of that weakness. Is it a weakness when you ask for my help and I come running to your aid leaving my everything for you? Or is it when I put my all on you with the hope and wish to see you doing good for yourself more than it is for me? Or is it my display of my soft spot for you that entitles you to think lesser of me?
So heart breaking hiding behind my cracked
smile and faked laughs shying away from the fact of your trampling on
my gentle heart, praising my humbleness to any who dares to listen
without shame just to get to my incensed cold fury. How I ignore the
bad news you spread ill of me yet sheltered by my shadow, an enigma
only you know why I'm still quiet.
Is it me being weak
treating you as my equal even though we both know we're not so you
don't feel left out? Am I in the wrong side of strong for sharing my
glory for your shine? Amazing how you keep holding my loop wherever I
go but saying it out loud how a made man you are, alpha male for a zeta male I am.
In conclusion:
it’s easy for you to define but still a tough nut to crack for me
the fine example of it. In some instances the ones being defined as
weak are actually the strong ones in disguise as the very
self-defined strong ones are carried over by us the weak. And so you
know, I am not that brash and macho for your liking but am loving the
who I am and proud of how I turned out to be, shaped by each utter of
your negativity. The truth is that everything I’m not for you
maketh you be envious of everything you want to be of me, a brave and subtle charismatic sole you secretly aspire to be figured as...dp
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