I write
You wrong
I strong
You weak
When I talk you don’t speak
What I give, you take wholeheartedly and
do not question
I have the answer to your every solution
Your life is an illusion here for me to
give clarity
No amount of education can make you move
smartly
Unless I give you the right-of-away
And right away you realize that you need
me
It is your meekness that feeds me
It consumes me gives me power and makes
me greedy
If only you would stand up for yourself
Or if not for you, do it for someone you
hold dear
No, you are gripped by the fear of your
own impotence
Thought to think of yourself less than
you are by the very being you seek strength from
Now isn't that a contradiction
Now isn't that a contradiction
The fault lies in your own shortcomings
Because instead of seeking wisdom your
heart yearns for other things
As does your body mind and soul
It gives you temporary happiness
Until the thought of your meaningless existence
sinks in again
To no end
You do not seek the truth
Content in the comfort and confident in
the construct of lies uttered by raised voices
Success, they have sold you on their superiority
and the soundness of their choices
Never to whisper your own thoughts for
fear that they may provoke thought
But that process has so been absent from
your system that the thought alone might kill you
You wrong
I write
You weak
I strong
When you talk, I speak louder, confident
in my utterances
What you give I don’t have to take because
I am brave enough to make my own way
I have the answer to my every solution
My own resolve will bring with it my absolution
