The Man with a Monster part 3



If there is one thing I hate 
It's when a man can make everyone else happy 
But never himself
He can literally put his hands in the mud for someone
But that one would not wash his hands out of respect 
Nice is all I know 
Anger is what I hold back on 
And I am getting pretty damn tired of this 
I just want someone that is not suppose to love me 
To love me 
Be my comforter 
Inspire me 
They say I should love myself 
I have never loved myself 
We maybe a year older 
But still feel the same 
I'm tired of being the gentleman 
Tired of being the friend that is nice 
Because it never EVER 
Never makes me feel great about myself.
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