Weakness why do you exist.
You torture my lungs
You deny me my true nature
You appear on an inch in the body and spoil the rest
I hate you with passion for the virtue I cannot extoll
Weakness should not exist
But we are humbled by it.
That feeling of being broken.
Can sometimes remind the self
That those very same flaws are a part of what makes us human
In that simple truth, I realize im a man.