A fantastic song sung by John Barrowman. Well in a musical called La cage aux Folles – about drag queens… and entirely unrelated.. but I like it anyway..
And I like John Barrowman; a better balance between musical man and actor could not exist…
ANYWAY I DIGRESS….
I don’t want you to tell me to be confident, to reject my compliments. To leave me high and dry and then throw them back at me like discarded tissues.
You mistake my kindness for weakness young sir.
My compassion for low self esteem.
You reject them because you are closed. Your walls built high and of stone. Protecting a heart that is so beautiful but so very lonely. Its light dimming over time.
Its like I forget you are man sometimes. You can be so insightful, so emotional, so deep, so in tune.
And then BAM and your limitations are met. I forget that men are not master craftsmen of the supernatural.
He probably felt bewildered, embarrassed, unsure what to do or say.
And thats fine, baby steps.
But if I’m comfortable sharing my emotions, then I will not relent to do so. I shall continue. and if your heart isn’t strong or accommodating enough to withstand that blast then so be it.
I am what I am.
I will be what I will be.
That is all.