Some of the complexity
Of being human.
It’s one thing for another person
To know that you have
‘Problems in general’
And quite another for someone
To be intimately familiar with your weakness.
Perhaps now that you’re vulnerable,
People won’t idolize you like you
Secretly hoped they would,
And your imperfections
Won’t be vague anymore,
But will now be tangible,
Maybe the world will judge you,
And you may let some people down
Who hoped like hell that
You had no real shortcomings.
But you do.
And maybe then you will realize
That up until now, all people could see
Was the gifts you offered
The services you rendered
And the way you made them feel.
But once they see
That your blood bleeds red
Then they will finally just
And maybe that’s better.