He used to put on a front:
A man with the strength of a thousand boulders
with a mind as fragile as a snowflake and a heart any woman could tamper with.
An unguided soul in the wilderness, striking this and killing that.
Never wanting to acknowledge the consequences of his impulsiveness.
What a shame he once was.

He sits there now in the corner,
staring at nothing as his back faces the world.
Like a tiger in a cage, the jail cell has tamed him,
but the beast inside will always lust for freedom.
A bell tolls and he suddenly realizes
he can't hide away forever—a cowardly action in and of itself.

That feeble shadow of a man now stands and sways
as he turns to face what he has kept away for so long
and reveals his true self.