u/Efficient_Tomorrow57

The man that I am

The man that I am

Is wild. Unpredictable. Impulsive. Lacking of self control. I make mistakes, sure. But I am transparent. I am on display for all around me to dissect.

I am also fantastic. I put my heart into everything I do. Full fledge, no holding back. Being a dad. A boss. A coworker. A drunk. Putting my life into a career that the idea of is no excitement to me, except I want to be excellent at it. I want to be the best. A husband….

Sometimes I outrage because of how much I care. I hurt people in the process. I want everything to be fair. To be equal. To be understood and mutually accepted.

I want to understand them, so I listen. But also want them to fully understand me. But they won’t hear. How can it be even or right if I hold in my feelings because they do not have ears to hear?

I cannot even share my own hurt. I suppressed it for too long. Now it only hurts others.

The man that I am

Is loving, fully optimistic and genuinely a dork. I am a very caring man.

My heart is big and so is my hurt.

So is my ability to mask and hide my true identity. Like a chameleon I cloak myself to blend in hoping to fit in and be accepted.

I am different.

Most of the time people only get small glimpses of the real me. Seldom well received in my nature so I became a chameleon.

I thought it would bring me closer to those I love the most. But it made me drift further away becoming my own Island of paradise.

The funny thing is that the joke is on me.

I hurt myself.

After hiding in the tree lines for so long it is hard to think of the boy I once was.

I used to be beautiful. I used to be free. I used to not care what anyone thought of me.

The funniest part… after hiding in the bushes for so long it takes extra courage to be the boy I think I was. What used to come so naturally, effortlessly… now takes liquid to bring back to the surface.

And all I do is hurt.

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