Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human...strong and weak.

A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.

Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.

Chivalry is dead and so is the "good Samaritan" act.
In this world, it's a true, proven fact.

Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.

Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.

This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It's the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers, or his.

I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.

So if you ask me,
"Who are u and what I am?"

I'll smile and say,
"For I am poetry!"

Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.