As if the inside of my flesh is exposed and vulnerable to the outside world, susceptible to people and circumstance who poke and **** as they often do- perhaps to test resilience.
Well what if I don't have the strength to endure? What if it wears on me? drains me? kicks me around?
What if i don't want to get back up after I fall? What does that make me? Weak? Un-stoic? loser-like? sensitive? vulnerable? tired? apathetic? finished? socially suicidal? in denial?
If i resist so much and close down so much and let my world shrink so much until i back up into the tightest corner that existence will allow, until i resist life itself and contemplate death as a alternative to "living"
who am i after the image i've strived to maintain ever since i was taught to upkeep one is utterly obliterated?...
When I'm stripped down to my most basic layer of inherent humanness