I walk around like I’m the biggest baddest MF I know.
I think most guys do…
I look tough, I act tough. Fact of the matter is though,
I’m one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.
I may talk big, like I’m the MF man,
But the thing about me… is, I wear my emotions on my sleeve,
I have a boundless love for my kids.
and if I care about you, you’ll definitely know it.

I love too hard, I feel too much, I get choked up by things
that may seem inept to others.
I’m honest and truthful about my feelings, and when I fail, or fall,
I fail and fall hard.

I try to walk around and keep a smile on my face…
I may be able to fool the world, but I cannot fool myself;
although sometimes, I wish I could.
While the world thinks everything is cherry w/ me…
Inside, I’m dying. Slowly decaying. Falling apart piece by piece,
but struggling my damndest to hold it all together. For sake of pride.
For sake of self image, For sake of my kids, for sake of sanity.
Funny thing is though, the more I hold this fake smile on my face,
The harder I try to hold everything together, the faster it all falls apart.

Now, here I am again, back where I started, rock bottom, another fail of a lifetime under my belt.
I wear my emotions on my sleeves, now I just wish, I could wear them on my face as well. I wish, I could walk around and express how I feel outwardly to the world without having to hide myself. Society however dictates that that, would not be a smart move.

So, here I am, curled into a ball, in the corner of a dark room in the deepest depths of me, wishing you would
come to me, hold me, and tell me everything is alright.