When I think of confronting you,
I stand tall.
But when I get near you,
I back down.
I imagine myself strong against you,
But really I am nothing.
I am the dirt at your feet,
ready to be kicked away.
I picture me ending this,
setteling the score.
But we both know,
I could never do it.
I say I would be willing to go to any measures,
I know it would never happen.