I am the man that sits in the corner of the room, the one you never see until I'm two feet in front of you, the one you don't see until my fist is in your face.
I'm the man that gets beaten down, kicked around, and smashed in the face on a regular basis. I'm the man that goes home to an empty apartment, to the darkness, to the coldness.
I am the man that they forget easily, the one that disappears from your mind the second I'm not around, but the one you always need.
I'm the one whose job you can't do because you're afraid to do it.
I am the man that you consider expendable, the one you send into the fight, or the one you call when you need to be pulled out whenever you're in trouble.
I'm the man who would willingly die for his friends if they needed me to.
I am the man with blood on his hands and the scars to prove it.
I am the man who can be surrounded by people but still feel alone.
I am the odd one out in the team. I am the man who questions who he is on a daily basis.
Do you know who I am?