My Titanium

Not all the time am I as strong as I should be Especially to those who look down on me Some of my days I stand and unfearing speak Yet others are dark and unendingly bleak. You ask why I'm down, why I can't seem to Get up and run the race as quickly as you Then you bend down and give me your hand And then smiled at me whilst helping me stand. Not always can I rely on my innate ability But now you're here, waiting for me willingly! Though not light as helium, not potent as hydrargum, I will always be grateful to you for being my titanium.