not that strong now, are we?

I’ve got nothing left to add.

In more ways than one,

all my efforts are unable to outrun

your contempt triad.

Bad, sad or mad.

That’s what I get to be, that’s what you want to see

Makes me easier to ignore,

for every emotion, an overplayed lore.

A reason to dismiss what you can’t bear,

a solid way to maintain your snare.

Always in the wrong so you don’t have to be

you hate yourself too much to ever be free

what’s the point of winning if you can’t take a loss

when a mere mistake could destroy all the power you came across

you’ve built an empire on beach sand

unaware the waves aren’t under your command.

I could feel for you…

but I guess you wouldn’t want me to

feeling is for the weak, isn’t that what you always say?

Toughen up and move on with your day.