Slime is soft and murky but it never breaks; Glass is hard and clear but it never stays.

The strong will bully the weak.

The weak is defined, not in terms of strength but in terms of perhaps, other than capability, the capacity to assert oneself and mean it, to stand up for oneself and be selfish at the right moment, and for oneself. The weak is perhaps submissive.
The weak is perhaps overly patient, overly forgiving, overly sweet.

'Weak' is sometimes not a insult but rather a classification.
There is no pride in being weak but there certainly is satisfaction in feeling strong.


But those who lack esteem will think of themselves as weak, whether true or not,
And would be trodden upon, magnify issues to always make it worse within one's head,
And be extremely, extremely, unhappy.

The 'weak' therefore carries a ball of fire, not one of strength or empowerment but of poison that slowly eats away at the soul.
Therefore eyesight is clouded and colored through that biased lens,
And concave or convex never matters, for it will always be distorted no matter what.

These 'weak' trod upon those whom appear just as weak, if not weaker.
'Nice' is perhaps a compliment, but it's received as 'pushover' signals through the colored lenses.
Accurate or not, it sure works in maintaining the grotesque balance that is the world, that is the cycled and recycled negativity and hate, that is the new and old anger, that is the never ending karma.

The weak perhaps doesn't deserve it;
The strong is perhaps the most evil of them all,
For they can never be blamed for something they didn't do
No that's what fuels the weak's anger
That's what makes the weak, weak and the strong, strong.

Therefore the strong can't be blamed;
It is the weak that harbors such hatred at the world and treats other weak ones as such-- that are at fault. But then again the weak themselves are to be blame for not having the courage and foul mouth (strength and candid gruesome confidence) to stand up for themselves.

Perhaps, the next time one tries to place blame,
The first and foremost thing would be to search within oneself-

For what's in the universe doesn't conspire unless you give off that aura of weakness,
And nothing's out to get you until a part of you is fine with being treated that way.

That still is a generalization, inaccurate yet accurate, insensitive yet agreeable to you at times. You never reach stands, after all, without looking at both sides
And it frustrates you
For you seldom reach stands as a result
And above stated stand is not, in fact, a decided one.
Indignantly stubborn is the way of the world and said people;
Terrified and armored is the way in which they carry themselves so high upon.

You can't be at fault for something you didn't do to deserve.
You however should be able to fend off attacks, if undeserving of it
-And I mean that in the best way possible.

Repetition is never meaningful,
But right now
One perhaps reaches the conclusion that things can never be changed-- sometimes so---
And that the world is a dark place with beauty hidden within,
But grime to balance it off anyways-

For beauty is in the lily that isn't soiled by rain,
And beauty is only beauty because of the contrasting ugliness dumped upon it.

Definition is, after all, not so subjective at times.