This man he is

 This man he is- can love a lot of people.
But can he love himself?
He seeks and seeks and walks further from his own heart.
Is that tragic or practical?

The man he is- has less mercy on himself.
He sees a world of soft men rubbing themselves with lotions.
Building their narratives inside their delusions.
While this man needs to build his castle.

This man I am- seeks love externally.
But why can't I stop and love myself?
For it's there that all that is sacred resides.
Yet I don't go looking in there.

I look outward like a hungry cat.
Instead of inward.
Will I ever know myself?
I will...