Oh, people pleaser,
steeped in false humility
gagged, obstructed, stifled, dammed
choked silent by overlings
who want you only so good
but never better
than their apparent
superior strain.
How can you lay there
whored to mediocrity
wasting your luster
patina peeling, rusting
hiding your glimmer.
The time will come when you’re forced
to throw off the yoke
seize reality
declare your godhood
at last, to shine true.
None of your excuses then
-your child self wasn’t nurtured-
-they won’t love you authentic-
-you do what you have to do-
None of that holds sway
when framed in the light
of your last sunset,
you find that being YOURSELF
was the real purpose
and you sold out to avoid
making any waves.
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