A delicate expression

I am nothing special
I could pass for nothing
For when the light goes out I become
Tiny, fragile.
The strong keep surging on without introspection.
I see only fraudulent pleas for what might placate my sirens.
I fight, tug, and tumble to complete some puzzle,
Some vexation,
A desire I can’t forget.
If I tore away the illusion of a strength I cast like shadow armor
Will they see as I see?
Look close,
Witness the child made of kindling.
See how good I try to be,
For underneath I am stones and bones,
Forgetful in-betweens
I’m indistinct
Choking on self-loathing,
Sinking in lack and longing.
They love the women who fights
Who cares,
Not the one with stillborn eyes.