I don’t want
your pity
your empathy
your sympathy
I know what I am…
strength in fragility
placing others before me
something only I see
I know at times
I turn my head
hide in my bed
twist words said
I know my flaws
my casual withdraw
the lack of wherewithal
my willingness to brawl
am I just delusional
seeing myself false
know you not my pulse
tell me if I’m lost
I’ve been told
you reap what your sow
and I’ve felt karma’s blow
so where did the good go…
Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
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