I feel it when you’re spelling my name;
Trying to bend me to your will.
Keep me stagnant
glass is easier to shatter when held still.
I feel you drawing my own whims against me,
thinking you’ll scatter me to the winds.
I know you want me to succeed
only in making you happy
and plod along or completely fail
at all else.
You’d rather I know your name much better
than I do myself.
And you’re not the only one – from many directions
do these slighted attempts come.
but you have none for your own self…
No, it’s from all those around you
whose lives remain in your stealth.
It’s not love, or kindness, you seek in others;
But total destruction of the meek, and their brothers…
And how dare you offend kismet
Gorging your strength of perception
on another’s weaknesses.
Enemies always linger –
No one notices the snake until after
it’s already bitten their finger.