I'm Also Made of Flesh and Blood


Through these years, I've cried silent tears, fell sick in the dark, and is weak from the inside. My shoulders aren't that wide to carry all that's befallen unto me. I'm not an umbrella to shade and shield you from the weather. 'cause I need shelter too.

Beneath this surface you call skin resides flesh and blood. They are real, they feel pain and they bleed too. Just as you bleed and tear. I do too. 'cause I'm not any lesser or more than you.

I'm not born tall, I need those heels. But what I don't need is you putting me on that high stairs... For you to have a reason to think that I'm that admirable and abled. I am not that great, in fact far from great. 'cause I'm just as ordinary as my face says.

I'm not strong, smart, or whatever goodness that you think I am. I am none of that. I'm just stubborn. Plain old stubborn. 'cause I'm born with a head of rock and neck of steel.

I strive. I strive hard. Sometimes more than what I could afford. At all expense, at all situations. Get beaten to the ground, stand, and strive again. Sometimes I run right after, get injured, stand, and aggravate my wounds. 'cause I'm just naive that way.

I refuse to let you, you, and you down. I tire myself to live up to that stairs I put myself on and that me you've modelled in your mind. Only to get myself more of you and less of me. 'cause in the end I'm doing it for the betterment of you then me.

Really, I'm just as plain, uninteresting, normal, and weak like an ordinary.

Expectations.