Most men fail to impress me.
I want to see your fear, desires, love, pain, everything;
your life. I promise nothing.
I'm too broken to run, so I'm calm; healing and walking silently.
I know I am strong,
and I see that you are weak.
I kneel to help you up,
to let you rise and shine like you should.
You pick women who serve.
I'm sorry you're all so blind.
I search for reasons to my excistence.
I want to know how, when, why.
Little by little I've become aware,
and I'm no longer scared.
You're all chasing and frantic,
I'm walking silently.
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