Ready to be snapped

Nature is an unfair force, is it not?

Yet he stands like a big man

Head high, shoulders tall

His lies are noble lies

Dishonesty tied with the image of a truthful man

But do not be fooled

For his fragility is a struggle

Separate from his undying strength

Perhaps his weakness lies in this facade

He is not untouchable; he has been touched before

By the desires of those

Whom he spoke to with rigid respects

The barrier, then, is not in his size

But in the walls that surround him

He is stacked! Caged, like the animal he is

Yet he is untamed, like the predator he is not

In his indifference lie his regrets and sorrows

His sorrows become a suffering silence

And he loses his humanity, but only for a moment

But, you see, a moment is enough

This animal must break free

His fragility is a struggle

Separate from his undying strength

He is like a twig, little like a matchstick

Ready to start a fire