The darkness tends to gravitate towards me,
because I am too nice.
I fall for those who can't even stand,
but this doesn't help anybody,
so why do I?
This burden aches upon my quivering shoulders.
I feel helpless in a way only the true weak understand,
but I never wanted this.
Though here I am,
becoming what I never want to be.
Weak in the eyes of my peers.
They watch as I do the down stroll,
but that isn't it!
That is only what they think.
For I see the light at the end of the tunnel!
I see what I cry rivers for!
I see my dreams,
and I see success!
