He likes you when you're mad,
He likes you when you're sad,
He likes every moment together you've had,
He likes you enough to talk to your dad!

He likes you when he doesn't know,
To the ends of the earth he'll even go,
Til on his brow cold ice doth show,
Your path he'll make through 6 feet snow.

And as his body doth fully freeze,
Stands all his soul against strongest breeze,
On statued lips his heart doth seize,
Are words to you, three words are these!

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Yuri has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But she's not normally like this. She's always been quiet and polite and attentive...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to **** it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about her. But if I try talking to her, she'll just get mad at me again. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that she'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince her to talk to a therapist.

I've always wanted to try being better friends with Yuri, and it really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I'll make you cupcakes if I have to. Just please try to do something. As for Monika... I don't know why, but she's been really dismissive about this. It's like she just wants us to ignore it. So I'm mad at her right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HER KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading

The last thing I ever thought I would do was try to make you cry.
Obviously being at college made me step back and look at things.

I realized how stupid I was, how I sacrificed my loyalty to my family to try and make you smile.
I know it was wrong
You know it too

I may have meant the things that I said and I never had really wanted anyone but you to see it.
I know it was harsh
I know I made you cry
I know.

I meant what I said
I’m still mad
and I still resent you
but I made you cry

I apologize for that

My one and only mission in this life is to make people happy
To make everyone’s life easier to live
I failed that goal
So miserably that it even made me cry.

I don’t expect forgiveness
I’m not even asking for it
I just want you to know that
So please know that

I love my sister, please leave her alone.
I love my family, don’t talk about them.
I love myself. I think you get the picture.

I loved you. At least I think I did.
I can’t seem to remember why though.
It could have been your smile
your laugh
your hair
the way you acted like you didn’t care about anything
how much you reminded me of myself.

Or maybe I was just mistaken.
I like to think it was that one.
I’m sorry, just know that.
I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

A six-legged Asian cockroach just washed up on American soil, and it can lay eggs on ice.

Roaches are infamous for the myth that they're one of the few species that could survive an atomic bomb. It's not science, but even Adam Savage and his gang of Myth Buster's say it's beyond myth: a human croaks after ten minutes of exposure to 1,000 units of cobalt 60. But for roaches, 10% of their population survives after exposure to 10,000 rads - hell, it's better than zero.

This new species is the most evolutionarily persistent thing ever - if surviving means anything, it win's life on earth, hands down.

But I'd rather be a monkey.

We **** up and **** ourselves everyday. We slip and **** ourselves with power tools, or smash our fists into soccer referees and manslaughter oops ****.  We shoot ourselves off of propulsion equipment to see what happens.  Bone-crunching splatter ****.

From 100 feet up, we look like ******* mad men.

But the roach shows up carefully and gets **** done with nasty perseverance. The roach with vapid speech and wide eyes, glued to efficiencies and body armor.

To exist plainly - to work, eat. and sleep - is done best by roaches. Success is a cockroach.

The figure lurks behind my lidded eyes:
His back is all a-hunch and he is mad
With thoughts of you. But often when he lies
He dreams as slender silver as you had.
Your beauty haunts the belfry of my head
And Shakespeare’s darkened lady’s takes a glare.
The sun was Rosaline and I was dead
The day I searched for you and found you there.

The river ran too quick against our days.
My love for you, which never found its wife,
Heard clear those words you said upon the chaise.
The words, "I could not do", which were your knife.
So here am I with no chance to rephrase;
You wounded me with words. I took your life.

I dance the macabre with the Dark One.
He wants to make a grotesque Union .
He has designs on me..
But I am not a willing bride.
He hides the light from me.
Hides the beauty under a black canvas of darkness.

I do not know his name.
But I fear him...
He is pure evil - he is desolation and destruction.
But I was promised... I am his.

He has a grizzly army.
Serpent headed servants gleefully at his bidding.
They are cunningly disguised.
Masquerading  as family and friends.

They made a pact with their dark Master.
Seduced by promise of power, control and wealth .
They are diligent in their pursuit of me.
Their beady, hateful eyes were watching at my birth.


I am the sacrificial lamb,
Their pursuit relentless .
They chase me, hunt me.. The fleeing fox.
The pack baying for my blood.

He waits.. My dark hearted suitor.
Awaiting his captured bride to be....
He licks his lips in anticipation.....
So near to possessing me... Body and soul .

My captors proudly flaunt me.
My fate is all but sealed.
My terror is tangible .. My fear excites them...
They crowd round eagerly, Hungry for my demise.

I see the altar.... A horrifying creation that makes my blood run cold.
A ghastly and sickening masterpiece .
Created from human bones and sinew.
Adorned with black lilies sticky with blood.

They push me.. Poke me.. Their laughter shrill.
He waits... His bony hand outstretched.....
He smells my terror!... It is his aphrodisiac....
He is salivating ... Hungry for our filthy union...

Expectant he waits.... His leering gaze transfixed..
My eyes meet his... And I see evil in its purest form...
Awaiting his eternal bride of darkness.
My fear a crimson blood river that feeds him....

He will not take me... This horned beast of Hell...
My fear the only meal that can sustain him.
I unleash the light...
The clear white light of my soul......

I’m drowning in this darkness,
Slowly sinking in the pain
I’m beginning to doubt that
I can live with myself.
Time kills what I thought I had
Ripping my world in two.

If you could see me now
I know you wouldn’t be proud.
I try find ways to numb this pain
Whether that be by alcohol or blade,
But you wouldn’t understand.
I can’t live with myself.

Time consumes the things we hold dear
It seems to know what drives us mad,
Makes the loneliness last longer,
The pain more unbearable.
I lost who I was some time ago,
Now I’m nothing more than an empty shell.

There’s no way I can doubt that
I can’t live with myself.

Where i am
Somewhere on solid lithosphere
everybody seems mad,
viewing the world from an empty plate
yesterday and today can never be the same

about ninety percent of the world is confused,
the more you know the less you understand
you have no clue

pray for the mind's eyes
beauty in perspectives
Semi-rainbow Sedatives
Naked band of thieves
Slender neem twigs

when you see the light
live with it
Wherever you are
don't feel mad

BY IWO O. EDWIN

I cannot decide how I feel
And I know this poem is going to **** more than listening to bad singing
But I just need to word *****
Life is a complete **** show
And yet we keep trying to improve it
Trying to improve ourselves
Fixing the mistakes of the past,
Or making them worse.

At the end of the day,
There are still people that are sad
There are still people that are mad
There are still people that hate
There are still people that make me wonder what could make them see the world the way they do.

But yet, I love living
Because I love myself
And I guess what I am trying to say is...

I wish someone would love me back.

I need to move on
I need to leave
I cannot stay in this poisonous sea
knowing you will never return to me
the love I gave away
You treat it like 96pence
and I need someone who will treat it like $100's
like they just won the ******* lotto
and they just dont know how to feel

My love cannot be the the tree that holds you up
when you are carving love notes into every sycamore and pine
Im just plain oak
I cant paint my leaves
and wear the perfume of flowers to keep you with me
you have to want to stay
Because I cant play this game.

I shouldn't need to be
your fall back in love.
The one you keep around to feel good
because I am tired
and if you want me around,
then you better start trying.
If you dont.
Then I will just have to start a fire
because my heart cannot shatter anymore than it already has.


I gave all I could
You were what I lived for
but I realize now,
That I would also **** myself over you.
You are the clay that molds my comedy and tragedy
and I am not some damsel in destress
because Alice
I am mad as ****

These walls of porcelain may be pretty
and I may be as fragile like a china doll
but that dosen't mean I wont fight.
I want to be someones light
who will keep them up at night.
I want to be the one on someones mind.
The person that they will see in the morning and smile for.
But most of all
I want to be loved

So love me or don't
I just need some hope
because I dont want to be hanging on this string
Im not a toy,
or some little boy
Im not going to wait forever.
Love you
I will.
A first love can ****.
But I think I can survive the fall

Mad girls.
Moonlight-ripened fruit,
Fingertip-censored *****,
Fragile,
Toughened,
Violated.
Throats are burned by whisky,
Eyes blackened and tears shed.
Stars grew between your breast bones once.
Try for me now to care.

The roads is an endless darkness,
He is a lonely walker by,
A mirage here, a mirage there,
Simmering play of the firefly.
The shadow is gone,
& he is naked - under a naked sky.
There used to be here, a marketplace,
Of candles & candies and chandeliers,
The alley now haunting, looks at him,
Mad man you are, stray rider,
The time is gone long by.
My ambrosia, my poison – the rider cries,
In the hollow of the sky.
He takes his knife to stab his heart,
But it’s cold & stone beyond his strength,
The sellers come back to him,
Mad man you are, stray rider,
The dream you have to live by.

de·ranged (mad; insane.)
He cracked me open so I wanted to knock him down. I wanted to shoot him harder than it shot, but it was a temporary feel so I was still hurt. I said to myself the only permanent feel of satisfaction I will get is death. And no not death of thou self, but the death of one other. One year, two year, three, it will never be expected but it will arrive. The wait is just the game but the final is the shot. He will feel the hurt but instead of it being temporary it will be permanent, but he will be lost because I won’t be there to find him once more, so he will be like a stray while I watch in the forefront, while he thought he won the game, he just opened it up for another player to loose. I say, Let The Games Begin!
Game Started 26 May 2018
Time began: 1:06 AM
Players Joined: 3

Blood, ***** it not, this bug,
But away doth it sap the strength
Upon the mat during a chaste merriment
Any time loves sacred feast is had,
When the flesh is stark, raving mad
Its oats to get as bodies cut a rug.

I sat on one of the park's two swings
With my left arm plastered; in a sling
I pushed the ground with my feet as I gazed at the sky
Through the air, wafted the delicious smell of fish fry
'twas the month of June and monsoon was upon us
Children were frolicking in the mud, as they got off the school bus
The sky was filled with clouds waiting to wash the earth clean
Hanging in the sky as if by strings unseen
A flock of birds flew down to peck on the scattered grain
To not run towards them and watch them scatter, it took much refrain
The lonesome dog seemed blissful, his stomach full for the day
Barking like mad and running in circles, on his own tail did he wish to prey
The trees swayed gently, their leaves still wet from the morning shower
I wonder how they've managed to withstand time's fearsome power
For millions of millenia, they've stayed rooted and spread their seed
Only to be turned to timber by man's single deed
I snap out of my thoughts as you place a gentle hand upon my shoulder
In that moment, I forget that the gaze I reserved for you was meant to be colder
You stand in front of me, frowning slightly and pleading with guilty eyes
I stand up, smile and walk away. I've never been one for goodbyes.

It’s funny really
How I know the names of my poisons
Most people never know what they drank
Until it’s too late
But I take mine with food twice a day
Maybe that means I’m mad

The sheep in the nearby pasture
Heard what the cows had done
In the building of their rocket ship
And they too wanted one

A few of them shaved for pocket change
Black market wool brings a hefty price
While some went out to Las Vegas
To try their luck at the roll of the dice

First thing they did with the money
Was to spring for Sherman's release
The only one in the family to go to Harvard
Though it was for experiments on his mind which apparently they fleeced

Right away they noticed something odd about Sherman
Something that just wasn't quite right
But passed it off as genius quirkiness
And let that idea slide by

They told Sherman what it was they wanted
Said he had a mad...um...master plan
All the sheep turned and Baaa'd together
What was that, that he just said?

For weeks all they heard was banging and clanging
From inside their farmers shed
The only activity they saw outside
The massive delivery of Dominos crazy bread

One day the shed doors flew wide open
There stood Sherman as mad as acid rain
No doubt among the sheep in the pasture
He was Bonkers, Loony, Loopy...okay Sherman's insane

As he drug his creation into the open
Not a one in the crowd uttered a word
Till little Bobby Black Sheep spoke up and said
Is that a cows udder?...is that what they think that they just herd?!

Sherman took that moment of bewilderment
To swing onto udder #4
Strapping himself inside of his contraption
And shooting off for the stars

Sherman is still up there circling the planet
Did you hear about the phenomenon in Spain?
Just the other day something amazing there happened
There was the pouring of milk instead of rain...

But we know how that miracle happened
And that it came from the udders galore
Cause when your traveling through space like Sherman
What else would udders be for

Ode to the belt
And how nice it never felt
Ode to the fist
That knew just how to make my stomach twist
Ode to the bruises
Which left no excuses
Ode to my jaw
For that punch it never quite saw
Ode to my ears
All those nights when I could hear my brothers' tears
Ode to my dad
And every time he's ever gotten mad
Ode to the world
And every obstacle its hurled
Ode to ode
And how well it never quite bode

speaking only
through moves;
we are playing games
of chosen mad-libs
and retracing Uno steps
to find ourselves,
to return back looking
for multiple axes
so you or maybe I can
call bingo!

but I move, without you seeing
you return to reprise tension
lessening these enveloped expectations

rolling single digits
i'll fall behind, though you follow
this trend we seem to allow

hoping to land
on the same space
so that piece of you
may continue

They say the 60's was crazy, but the 80's was worse
Crack ****** blacks and gave birth to a curse
The moon's bright, the sky's misty
I know my future 'cuz I know my history
My life predicted by a Gypsy
****** she wrote at the end of the story, the streets get me
That's why I live quickly, and always keep a pistol with me
Ghetto prisons, won't stop fightin' until I'm free
Resident of the city of fallen angels where ****** ain't scared to bleed
If money's the root of all evil, then greed's the seed
This ain't living. We're taking 'cuz ain't nobody givin'
America's a rich man's vision, but a poor man's prison
So don't expect these politicians to give us a *** to **** in
Preacher man, stop preachin', 'cuz ****** ain't finna listen
Folks done lost hope and stopped trying
Life's a ***** from the start
That's why you come out your mama cryin', the world's dyin'
And the people have gone mad
I'll take a **** on the White House and wipe my *** with the flag
When will the evil end?
Too many browns and blacks in the system, victims of legal sin
In court, prayin' for mercy, being condemned by evil men
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
If there's a god, where is he
My homies dyin' over hundreds and fifties
I sit back, sip Cognac, and analyze the situation
Ain't a person alive today that knows the monster we're facing
They crucified Jesus Christ, shot Marcus Garvey for rights
Shot Malcolm X in the chest, gave Nelson Mandela life
Pac died at 25, Biggie died a year younger
All my life's been broke, I'm motivated by my hunger
Told my momma bury me with a .357
Just in case God trips and I don't get into Heaven
If he sends me to Hell, then oh, well
'Cuz I just did 19 years in the ghetto as a black male
And it can't get much harder than that
I had a lot of pain in my heart, that's why I started to rap
See, them other brothers'll make you dance for justice or make you think
While you savin' up for a Bentley, I'm saving up for a tank
Sounds crazy, huh, well that's just the mindset of a soldier
Here's what I see, we're no longer slaves, but we sho' ain't free
So, until I ain't gotta steal and **** for my own folks
Tattooed across my chest are these words I just spoke
Who the **** y'all gon' call
When I break all the laws on behalf of every  **innocent criminal?

The wait has been long
Two weeks and counting
As everyday passes
You tell yourself to be patient
And do your work calmly
As though everything is all right
As the minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
And days turn to weeks
But still nothing happens
No message from your bank
No credit added to your account
Same old excuses given
Your resolve can no longer hold
Your steely focus falters
You make mistakes
That you would not have made
Even in your wildest dreams
Every hurdle looks insurmountable
The commute to office
Suddenly seems like a marathon
You lash out at strangers
Over matters as mundane
As your typing speed
At home, you drown yourself
In Agatha Christie's finest ****** mysteries
Forgetting that you have to sleep
Just reading and reading
To escape from the mad world around you
Till your eye muscles scream in protest
You clench your fists
Flex your muscles
And sharpen your teeth
As the devil awakens inside you
Ready to pounce on your master
And seek divine retribution
For making you wait so long
And denying you
What is rightfully yours

I want to go to sleep, to give my body a nice, long rest
But shutting down and tuning out the world, I was never the best
I want to let my mind stop caring and just be unrestricted
A luxury I thought I had, an emotion I hadn't predicted
With the events going on and the lives that were lost
The dreadful what-ifs are taking over my mind, but at what cost
Thoughts and prayers are pouring out of me, at an uncontrollable rate
The horror not setting in that this was those families's fate
What more do we have to endure, to what extent has the world gone mad
That innocent lives were taken by this irrepressible cad
But out of most darkness, sometimes comes a brilliant light
That can be hard to recognize in the chaos of such spite

Of course the town's not the same anymore, they've painted the monuments gold and they tore down the church doors, kicked out the old ******, the hobo, the wino, the addicts, picked up the pimps and sent them to death row, shot down in flames every side show that decided to show, closed all the cinemas, the mini marts, the sisters of mercy and donated their hearts to a third world charity, the pawn shops, the **** shops, the born again brigades, the renegades were rounded up or hunted down, the old town is not the same anymore,
They've by-passed the underpass with an overpass and no one sleeps under a by-pass unless they're under the influence of alcohol which is no defence in courts of law which were privatised to become the eyes of Lords and Ladies who see us as running dogs mad with rabies or scurvy and the town's all topsy-turvy,
it's all a bit Enid Blyton which is right on the nose for those in the know and those not in the know don't know and care even less unless they're the hunted ones , the ones shunted off to a dumping ground, silenced by the sound of the sound of it all.
I'll fall too, the town's not the same anymore,
it's new and I don't like it, but
I'm open to persuasion.

I read minds and break hearts.
I break rules then fall apart.
I was living a nightmare, like Freddy vs Jason,
**** left my psyche with Knicks and bruises -
Im the new Anthony Mason,
Mfs was movin foul, soon got upgraded to a flagrant,
I was in the cut bumpin Indicud,
I felt like Elmer Fudd cause of the backstabbing i was facing,
I soon got aquainted..with the fragrance, of defeat,
Thought revenge was sweet,
I had **** twisted like a twizzler,
Jealousy is for the weak,
You gotta live with your decision but them emotions are just visitors,
I couldn't stomach it .
My arrangements was far from edible,
I made a mess of the amendments
Im a of a man mess - I got a list of demands...
Im always on a different tune from the rest of the band,
I refuse to just sit and watch but this is more than i can stand,
Life was a beach..
My coral reef was in disbelief - My castles were made of sand.


You gotta learn to appreciate the darkness.
I was too proud to beg your pardon ,
I preferred the isolation - coulded help but be guarded,
Sometimes you gotta take that step back, like Harden,
And sink some of them boats filled with feelins you been harboring,
I was feeling more like Malcom - less like Martin,
My cruise was less controlled, My directives were departed,
***** I been hard to reach & outta touch,
been tryin to get a grip but been stuck in a rut,
I had an underlying desire to be violent.
My treble was to the left, cue the chelo and the violin,
I felt the hate on my skin and my distain was topical,
My blood was boiling but my climate was far from tropical,
It was a wrap for ****** but my plans always got foiled,
I was ready to strike, so like a cobra - I coiled,
I was quick to bite but took mad damage from the recoil,
****** did me *****, i was just sinkin in the soil,
I would stoop to levels with antics that resembled porch monkeys,
Was supposed to be a boss - but was movin like a flunky.
I was Jefe in my head - but was actin like a *****.
Went from optimizing opportunities to wondering where my optimism  went,
Karma had dropkicked me , left my armor with a dent,
I couldn't get through by just hoping - started swingin for the fence,
Nas said "Life's a *****" - Now Im seeing what he meant...

We are all seeking Happiness
When all we want is Peace
When we turn within, we will find it
And our stress and worry will cease

Peace is an inner thing
It is a state of Mind
If we can only be quiet
This treasure we will find

There is a Monkey within
That jumps from thought to thought
Our very own Mind is the thief
That must in our quest be caught

And so, we lose our Peace of Mind
As we fill our Mind with junk
If we want to restore Peace within
We must make the Monkey a Monk

Until we stop this 'Ever Yearning'
And we stop our constant crave
We will take stress and anxiety
With us into our grave

Peace is the foundation of Happiness
Without Peace there can be no bliss
If we want to be really Happy
In our Mind we must plant this

It starts with making the Mind still
Stopping it from a burst of thoughts
Tying the Mind with a virtual rope
Tightly with many knots

We live with worry, anxiety, and stress
Right through our life
The cause may be a failing business
Or a nagging husband or wife

But the pity is life will soon be gone
And we will lose the treasure of Peace
Only worries we will carry with us
When this gift of life will cease

In ignorance we search for worldly things
Rubies, diamonds and gold
Turmoil and worry will create wrinkles
And soon we will be old

We run through life like mad men
Seeking this and that
We get lost in a world of desires
We become as blind as a bat

As long as our Mind is not still
We can never enjoy Peace
The Monkey Mind jumps here and there
From New York to Rome, and Greece

But we don't need to go anywhere
Peace if we want to find
All we have got to do is this
Just still the Monkey Mind

The Mind fills us with negative thoughts
Of anger, revenge and hate
It creates so much worry and stress
That we exist in a joyless state

First we must flip from NEP to PEP
From negative to positive
We must give a shampoo to the Mind
Then with Bliss and Joy we will live

We must discover the Monk within
And live like a Peaceful Soul
The challenge is to discover this
It's our life's ultimate goal

We must be Conscious, Aware, Awake
To Realize the Truth of Life
Then we will be free from all stress
Worry, Anxiety and Strife

We are not the body or the Mind
We are the Divine Soul
But the Monkey Mind and Ego together
Makes the ME pay the toll

We lose this gift of Peace of Mind
The source of joy and bliss
Because of the Monkey Mind within
This treasure of life we miss

There is away to find this Peace
We must cut the Monkey's tail
The 'Ever Yearning’ of life must stop
Otherwise, we will fail

We come with nothing, we go with nothing
Life is just a show
The Mind makes us just run and run
And then it's time to go

Instead of being in the moment with Peace
Living with bliss in the 'now'
We swing to the past and jump to the future
Like a wandering cow

We never learnt to sit still
And go within to find
The treasure of Peace that is inside
Is stolen by our Mind

And so, the secret of Peace is this
We must make the Monkey a Monk
Our Mind flooded with rotten thoughts
Must be cleared of the junk

The Mind seems intoxicated
With all that it has drunk
How will we ever find Peace
Until we make it a Monk

So, let us start anew journey
To discover the treasure of Peace
Then worry, stress, and anxiety
In life will completely cease

We will reach that state of bliss
Of Peace and tranquillity
If we stop the Monkey Mind
Jumping from tree to tree

Our ultimate goal is Eternal Peace
Purification that leads to ilumination
And then, Realization of the Truth
That will lead to Divine Unification

The treasure of Peace belongs to us
But it is stolen by the Mind
Until we control the Monkey within
This treasure we will never find

Peace of Mind will bloom in us
When the Monkey becomes a Monk
When we escape from worry and stress
And anxiety in which we are sunk

And so, if you want to be happy, my friend
First, Peace you must find
You cannot enjoy joy and bliss
Until you still your Mind

You can experience Peace of Mind
But for this you must be a Monk
If you want pure tranquillity
Get rid of your Mind's junk

And when you cut the Monkey's tail
Stop it Yearning this and that
You will discover the Monk within
And Peace within your hat

Peace is a gift to all of us
If a Monk we learn to be
But we live with stress and anxiety
Because of the Mind Monkey

If we resolve to live like a Monk
Controlling the Monkey Mind
Peace and tranquillity, bliss and joy
Every moment we will find

Your scent is of cigarettes and emotion soup,
Misery and misled love.
Crushed hopes and tangled hair.
But yet you sit perched like a cat
Fearing a bath.
Fearing the truth....
Darling your mascara is running.......
Your beauty isn't fading, but the paint is.
Getting something real for once reminds you of what pain is,
So you slip back into the galaxy at the edge of the world and refuse to look at the rearview mirror because you know its far beneath you.
Right now you have this time,
This magic. Everythings real...
You're above whats plastic.
And what you see behind you isn't the world you want but a war of ants on a tiny flower.
All rooted to the same source.

The hopes you had as a little girl..
The fact that you are sand but also a pearl.
A mad mystery to most,
when you're all alone with tears in your eyes looking at the stars,
When you're here on earth but mind is on mars.
And bits of colors shimmer as that last tear runs down your cheek.
              Remember that dead fish all go the same way in a creek...
And that you may be crazy but you are not weak.