To you this man is an encyclopedia
Because his eyes are vision impede
And he wears a frame looking so nerd
Hence to you; he is definitely well read.
To you all horses are unrelentingly strong
But that perception is entirely wrong
You see me as a grownup whereas I’m a whelp
Small and tender crying out for help.
To you these hands fix problems life bring
But I’m outsmarted by challenges within
I keep my composure when troubles land
Not because I’ve got strongest of mind
To you I am a perfect gentleman
But I’ve got flaws that are inhumane
There is a real me behind the me you see…
That may not cry out but is soaked within.
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