It is so weak to say,
“All I want is to be loved.”
There are funny corners
Built for hiding this weakness.
Work hard enough to hide it,
The weakness becomes a ghost.
It is unknown and its calling card
Is anger. It is fear. It is loneliness.
There is a tight grip working
To uncover the weakness.
There is a large hole and
The weakness rips away energy.
Look at these external things,
These things seem to fill the hole.
No release from the grip but it
Is buried and sucks away energy.
Lack of love, receipt of anger,
Target of meanness, felled by manipulation.
Black holes that take away energy.
Energy that will never return.
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