I grew up in a place that made me into a hard man.
But the world didn’t need another hard man.
It needed someone soft.
It took me a long time to realize this.
And when I finally did I had spent most of my life trying to be unique in a world filled with men like me.
I’ve tried to change.
I’ve done everything I could think of.
But nothing has helped.
I’m still the same person I was growing up.
I guess people don’t change.
We can’t change.
We are what we are until the end.
The only thing I can do is try to fake it.
Fake it so my children don’t turn out like me.
So they become caring people.
Not hard like me.
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Categories: flash fiction