Counting the reps
feeling the ground
crowded by people
Alone
My calender is full
The man to my left mimicks me
the girl to my right laughs
But in three to six months they'll be gone
all noise and jokes
calender workout
The weight in my hand is light
I move it up and down painfully
Building myself up slowly
In a world I felt used to tear me down
I still have something to prove
Not to you, them or the haughty world
But the part of me you all convinced
I was weak and stupid
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