Weaker

it seems like 

people enjoy

making a weak person

weaker. 

they sniff me out 

as if i am trodden 

rotten garbage

and step on me again

for good measure. 

it makes them feel good. 

to be in power

when it is so easy,

because it is so easy.

because, i, getting upset

so easily

is a character flaw of my own-

not they-

for making me upset.

and if i chose to get angry, 

why then i am the oppressor. 

not they. 

and it seems like 

i can never win. 

i will simply decay into the earth

weather beaten,

from years of being walked all over.