I've always defined myself as what I am to others. A leader, a learner, a lover, a protector, a son, a figure, a pair of hands.
Though I possess understanding, I lack ability. I can lead others to what I cannot do.
Though I know much, I understand little. I learn from those around me.
Though romantic in concept, I fail in practice. I love love but cannot find it sincerely.
Though I guard many, I heal none. I delay necessary change.
Though I carry a name, I do not fit it. An outsider within my own family.
Though I am regarded highly, the pedestal is rotten. Growth results in pain and falling.
Though I am complex in identity, I am simple in function. Longing for a function I don't understand.
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