I fight to keep myself strong
but years of wear and tear break through
as I sob on your shoulder. Feeling like
the smallest ounce of a man
who has nothing left but excuses
and a negative attitude that
drive you away from me,
as more tears form and roll
down my face. It was easier
when I was small because I knew so few
things about the world and could
throw away my feelings as ignorance.
Perhaps this was bad, preventing me
from actually learning to cope with
everything thrown in my path.
I didn’t know you then but I
like to think we would have been friends,
playing and exploring together.
Pulsating positive vibes to each
other, helping one another grow
and mature into strong, independent,
capable adults. Can we help each other
now before we spiral into chaos?
James Pack 