You're always placing me on a pedestal
and I really don't stand that tall.
You look upon me as someone special,
and that's definitely not me at all.
Yes, I'm quiet mannered and unassuming,
seldom get angry, or raise my voice.
My feelings are hidden behind my face
and that is my personal choice.
However, I wish that you wouldn't place me,
so high up in your esteem.
In time I'm bound to disappoint you
and shatter your illusional dream.
Please see me as I am in reality,
just an ordinary imperfect man,
so, when I do fall flat on my face
just smile, and accept me for what I am.
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