what becomes us?

what are you?
what are you when the door is closing in.
you can't hide from your own feeling.
what are you when the wall you built is crumbling down?
can you even holding on?
what are you when there is nothing to pretend?
nothing to be kept in silence and nothing to be ashamed.
there is nothing like perfectly perfect.
there is no such thing as in no defect.
i need no hero to save me.
i need no Hulk to lift me up.
i need no superman to make me fly.
i need a man.
a real one.

stop being a perfect guy and start being a human, for me.
feel free to be you.

lots of <3.