He knows exactly what to say
He knows exactly what to do
No doubts or fears
No insecurities
Plague him at night
Alone in bed
Being a man, he is strong and wise
He never makes mistakes
Never feels scared
Alone
Or empty
Never needs someone else
(That would be weak)
He shoulders, as a man is supposed to
All problems, fears and doubts of those around him
Trying to please, placate, protect
All blame sits squarely on those manly shoulders
Like it's supposed to
You'll never see him falter, stumble, ask for help
Or cry (it would be wrong, he is a man)
…he must be perfect
This is a personal blog from my perspective about my life and anything else I may feel like expressing an opinion about.
A Dedication of Sorts
To my most surprisingly loyal reader and her band of blindly following sycophants: Being afraid of the truth does not negate it. I realize that you’re afraid of me because I’m one of few who call you out on your lies and fill in the blanks in your version of the truth. I have a right to tell my side. I have done nothing but defend myself from your vicious lies, and I will not be censored. Having said that, this blog is not about you. But if you piss me off, I have a right to vent about it here.
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