Weight of the World

I’m weak.
So what?
No, I’m not a rock,
I cry.
I feel.
I bleed.
I’ve lost touch
With the man
I’m supposed to be.
Strong,
Tough,
Emotionless,
Unshakeable.
I can’t take the shame,
I can’t take the guilt
That you lay upon me
Day after day.
I’m hurting,
And yet all you see
Is what I’ve done.
See me for who I am NOW.
I’ve changed,
I’ve moved on.
I’m not who I once was.
I’m trapped in the image
Of what you want me to be.
Hollowed out
I am obviously
Nothing more
Than what you
Have shaped me to be.
You hate me for my emotions
You hate me for my heart
What is this hatred in you?
And why are you
Trying to place it within me?