I didn't realize,
how easily I believed you
and let you break me.

You convinced me,
my beauty was ugly,
my strengths were my weakness,
my pride was my shame
and that I was inferior.

You made me believe,
a reality which was hurting me,
and I accepted what you made
me believe.

Locked behind rusted armor
Dangling from a treadbare string
Lamps light diminishing

Night is the time for weakness
when it's okay to cry,
to scream until your mouth is sour,
to let your facade die.
In the corner your bedroom
no one can see your pain,
and no one will ever hear
what you shout inside your brain.

Night is the time for healing,
for your mind to rest and grow,
when your days are all too stressful,
and your self-love is too low.
Alone inside the darkness
you can seek and find your way,
so when the sun is rising
you'll get through another day.

I am your weakness,
No matter what in the end,
It is always me.

Riddle me again,

if strength is defined as ‘having no fear’ and weakness is defined as ‘falling to fear’; why are the fighters against fear labeled strong? and the calm ones within fear labeled weak?

for if  the calm ones have overcome the fear mentally so that’ they see no  need to  fight the fear visibly; are they weak?

and If the weak are raged with fear that they  see the need to battle are they strong?

And if a warrior is borne in battle is he really 'strength' given that he came from 'weakness'? ,a descendant of the inability to conquer within and a  product of the visible battle.

and if the weak one is forgotten in peace because he was absent in visible battle having  conquered the fear within is he weak?

they left me for dead,
no eye, no tear I could lift to the sky,
shame always befalls me,

no one to blame but me,
I rarely stand tall but keep my balance in check,
I always want my friends to fall in line next,

I've been going through some things on this rocky road,
but thanks for knowing there's never any backbone,
in fact, there's no backbone in this life.