Weak

I am weak.

I don’t believe that there is any other way to articulate that sentence.

No other adjective will hammer home the point.

Weak.

I am weak.

I have allowed my home life to soften me.

Contentment breeds resentment.

I take no responsibility.

I have allowed my job soften me.

Greed. Excess. Complacency.

I take no responsibility.

I chose to live this way.

I chose to manoeuvre my wide ass into narrow jeans.

I need to make better choices.

I am not getting any younger.

You’d have thought I’d have grown up by now.

I take no responsibility.

I am passive. I am aggressive. I am angry

The fire always being stoked.

Make a change.

Weakness is crippling

But when it’s all you know

How do you make that change