Sunday, June 11, 2017

Weak




“Weak”
Am I too much,
Or not quite enough?

I can never decide
Which one it is.

When my thoughts
Escape through my lips

Is that when you decide
To turn and walk away?

Are you too weak
To face what I feel?

Your awkward silence
Your gaze shifts away.

Yet why do you call me
The damaged, weak one

When I’m strong enough
To fight this day after day?

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