You used to be my hero,
A perfect gentleman in my eyes.
Back when I was little and fickle. Constantly confused.
All I knew
Is that I wanted to be you.
You were always well dressed
So I was too.
You were extremely punctual
So I was too.
You were a ‘winner’
So I was trying to be too.
You’d do a lot of wrong, but I’d look the other way.
For what person doesn’t make
Some humble mistakes.
But the type of wrong you did wasn’t a minor inconvenience.
It was scarring, heart-breaking and soul-shattering trauma
That still haunts us today.
I was too busy looking up to you,
To see what was right in front of me.
I’d almost pity you at times,
Whilst observing you just existing,
Always the victim whilst always the Superior
Too focused on putting on a show
So you didn’t have to focus on you very own ugly interior
You don’t even know me, no matter how much you claim to
For I am just an object in your eyes, something to marry off.
And I have been trying, trying, trying these past 16 years,
To prove to you I am not a something but a someone.
I assure you, I have taken many, many blows from many different people in many different ways.
But this one stings a little different.
Because I trusted you.
I respected you.
I was inspired by you.
But I see you now, exactly as you are.
A sham! A scam!
Just barely a man.
Cooked Spaghetti for a spine and mashed jelly for guts.
Cowardice in its personified form.
A bitter taste is your legacy.
And I look back with salty eyes,
At all I believed and all I put up with.
A weight has toppled off my shoulders,
Crashed into splinters and demolished completely.
That weight was the need to prove myself and become anything in your eyes,
Because I’ve become everything in mine
And there will come a day, I promis you,
That I’ll laugh at the fact that you used to be my hero,
Because I would have become my very own
Hero.
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