You look at me and laugh.
You tell yourself that I am pathetic.
You crack some jokes.
You take a grin.
While you know, that you can never have the courage, will and might to pull that off.

You are so afraid of the world, that you are unable to show your respect that you have for me, showing myself to the world, for all to see.

And with every laughter, with every joke,
I get stronger and stronger.

In the end, it will not even matter...

You are just weak and I'm sorry for you.