Cult of One
What is this about “Your expectation from a man is painted with childish wonder
A stone face that strikes fear in the eye of hardship like thunder
All you wanted was a pillared shelter from the rain
Reciprocity’s paint brushes the canvas of demands with dishonesty and impossibility
You are not the basquiat of yourself.
You dump the hot potato at him and then call him a man.
Your history is told with twisted hate and trauma
The pain passed down from people who walked the same path
Your miseducation of what it means to be alive
To survive in a world where strength means seeing the next day
You are not who you define yourself to be on rectangular scriptures
A cult leader, your only followers being your traumas and frozen dreams
Life stares at you and laughs at your heart
The realisation of failure and what it means to be a man
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